I'm sending you some moneyI wish it could be moreBut it's harder than I thoughtTo find the work I came here forThis place is just as prettyAs I pictured it to beAnd a man in need of work'sAn all too common sight to seeEach morning as the trucks roll inA lucky few climb onAnd the rest of us are left to wonderWhere the dream has goneWhere the dream has goneThey say the Sierras melt with the rainAnd race through the valleyLike blood through the veinTurning the lowlandFrom golden to greenTo harvest foreverOur dreams of the San JoaquinEvery day I struggleWith the distance and the fearThat I will not return or findA way to bring you hereMy emptiness grows deeperI feel my spirit fallAs night comes like a blanketThat brings no sleep at allI only hope that time will findA way to work things outAnd we will be togetherIn the life we dream aboutThe life we dream aboutAnd race through the valleyLike blood through the veinTurning the lowlandFrom golden to greenTo harvest foreverOur dreams of the San JoaquinWe'll harvest foreverIn dreams of the San JoaquinAnd race through the valleyLike blood through the veinTurning the lowlandFrom golden to greenTo harvest foreverOur dreams of the San JoaquinAnd race through the valleyLike blood through the veinTurning the lowlandFrom golden to greenTo harvest foreverOur dreams of the San Joaquin
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Kenneth Donald Rogers (Houston, Texas; 21 de agosto de 1938-Sandy Springs, Georgia; 20 de marzo de 2020), conocido como Kenny Rogers, fue un cantautor y actor estadounidense, considerado una leyenda de la música country. Vendió más de 100 millones de discos…
