Saint Of San Juaquin - 06/27/21 04:12 PM
A song about a valley in California.
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Saint Of San Joaquin
© 2021 Robert Randall Burke
There's a fire in the valley
You can see it through the trees
Burnin' up the memories
Of the life we used to lead.
There's an owl up in a pine tree
Watchin' the smoke swirl
Embers in the wind now
All that's left of our old world.
All the old ones know me
As The Saint Of San Joaquin
If you close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
Many good men have gone under
Many good men have survived
Outlaws never live too long
Once judgment has arrived.
All the old ones know me
As The Saint Of San Joaquin
If you close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
There's a fire in the valley
You can see it through the trees
Burnin' up the memories
Of the life we used to lead.
There's an owl up in a pine tree
Watchin' the smoke swirl
Embers in the wind now
All that's left of our old world.
All the old ones know me
As The Saint Of San Joaquin
If you close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
Close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
Regards,
Bob
https://soundcloud.com/90-db/saint-of-san-juaquin
https://90dbband.bandcamp.com/track/saint-of-san-juaquin
Saint Of San Joaquin
© 2021 Robert Randall Burke
There's a fire in the valley
You can see it through the trees
Burnin' up the memories
Of the life we used to lead.
There's an owl up in a pine tree
Watchin' the smoke swirl
Embers in the wind now
All that's left of our old world.
All the old ones know me
As The Saint Of San Joaquin
If you close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
Many good men have gone under
Many good men have survived
Outlaws never live too long
Once judgment has arrived.
All the old ones know me
As The Saint Of San Joaquin
If you close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
There's a fire in the valley
You can see it through the trees
Burnin' up the memories
Of the life we used to lead.
There's an owl up in a pine tree
Watchin' the smoke swirl
Embers in the wind now
All that's left of our old world.
All the old ones know me
As The Saint Of San Joaquin
If you close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
Close your eyes
You'll see me in your dreams.
Regards,
Bob