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 man Who fell between the cracks She stares at the photo of a young man Who caused so much pain In countless twelve round blood baths Kid hey zeus was his name He was the pride of the valley Until the night he stayed down on his back When he took the dive he disappeared Down between the cracks She said Jesus born a poor boy On the wrong side of the tracks He rose again but not before He fell between the tracks She re-reads all the letters That he wrote her from l.a He said please don't worry about me I'll come back again someday But she hears the other stories Whispered behind her back About a shooting in a grocery store Somewhere between the cracks She said Jesus born a poor boy On the wrong side of the tracks He rose again but not before He fell between the tracks Sunrise on the san joaquim An old woman walks off to work Another day in the fields another day in the dirt She looks around at all the children Dropping rich mens fruit in the sacks And she says a prayer for everyone Trapped between the cracks She said Jesus born a poor boy On the wrong side of the tracks He rose again but not before He fell between the tracks He rose again but not before He fell between the tracks
