Pacheco Lyrics - Robin Williamson

by Robin Williamson 

Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun 

Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run 

The air is cool as music when the day is gone 

And God paints the sky above Pacheco 

Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we're rolling fine 

Where red tail hawks go circling like the ways of time 

Lovers and friends will meet again round red Sonoma wine 

When God calls the night above Pacheco 

Chorus: 

Driving all day up the San Joaquin 

Turn west again, up through Pacheco