Sundown on the San Joaquim an old woman walks home from work
Another day in the fields another day in the dirt
She lights a sacred candle next to a faded photograph
And she says a prayer for a young man who fell between the cracks
She stares at the photo of the young man who caused her so much pain
In countless twelve round blood baths when Kid Hey Zeus was his name
He was the pride of the valley until the night he stayed down on his back
He took the dive and he disappeared down between the cracks
She said Jesus was just a poor boy on the wrong side of the tracks
He rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
She re-reads all his letters that he wrote her from L.A
He said please don't worry about me I'm coming home again someday
Then she remembers the other stories that were whispered behind her back
About a shooting outside a grocery store somewhere between the cracks
She said Jesus was just a poor boy on the wrong side of the tracks
He rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
Sunrise on the San Joaquim an old woman walks off from work
Another day in the fields another day in the dirt
She stares at all the children dropping rich mens fruit in their sacks
And she says a prayer for all the souls trapped between the cracks
She said Jesus was just a poor boy on the wrong side of the tracks
And he rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
He rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
Another day in the fields another day in the dirt
She lights a sacred candle next to a faded photograph
And she says a prayer for a young man who fell between the cracks
She stares at the photo of the young man who caused her so much pain
In countless twelve round blood baths when Kid Hey Zeus was his name
He was the pride of the valley until the night he stayed down on his back
He took the dive and he disappeared down between the cracks
She said Jesus was just a poor boy on the wrong side of the tracks
He rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
She re-reads all his letters that he wrote her from L.A
He said please don't worry about me I'm coming home again someday
Then she remembers the other stories that were whispered behind her back
About a shooting outside a grocery store somewhere between the cracks
She said Jesus was just a poor boy on the wrong side of the tracks
He rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
Sunrise on the San Joaquim an old woman walks off from work
Another day in the fields another day in the dirt
She stares at all the children dropping rich mens fruit in their sacks
And she says a prayer for all the souls trapped between the cracks
She said Jesus was just a poor boy on the wrong side of the tracks
And he rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks
He rose again but not before he fell down between the tracks