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Tramps And Hawkers - Dave Alvin
I choose not to see the things that be
Or the miles and years that are gone
I pay no heed to tomorrow's need
I'm blinded by the snow and the sun
Til all i could see is my darlin' and me
Like young flowers bloomin' in spring
Like flowers that grew and no other i knew
But the rose of the san joaquin
The gypsies would dance while stealing a glance
As leaves might blow in the wind
And the fields are worked in a sweat stained shirt
Then the workers all move on again
And the tramps and hawkers with stories wild
Beguiled a young boy's dreams
Enticing me to leave my home
And the rose of the san joaquin
I've watched the rise of light in the sky
When the sun climbs out of the sea
Seen giants fall in mountains tall
Where the lumbermen cut down the trees
I've played in the sand with the gulf coast wind
Fell asleep in the grass tall and green
But nowhere i've been would i go back again
Compared to the san joaquin
Well the road back home is hard and it's long
And the miles they turn into years
And the tramps and hawkers in every town
By god but it brings me to tears
When i got home i found just a flower on the mound
Where it shamed the green grasses of spring
It grew from the grave of my darlin' little girl
The rose of the san joaquin
Oh see us today out on the highway
Or asleep in the doors of the train
See the gypsies dance with their damned old glances
Hear the peddlers cry out their refrain
And who's gonna care and who's gonna share
All the joys the sorrows we've seen
Like ghosts we roam without friends or home
These tramps and hawkers and me
Like ghosts we roam without friends or home
These tramps and hawkers and me
