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 done
And God paints the sky above Pacheco

Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again, up through Pacheco

Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we're rolling fine
Where red tail hawks go circling like the ways of time
And lovers and friends will meet again 'round red Sonoma wine
And God calls the night above Pacheco 

Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again, up through Pacheco

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The red-tail hawk writes songs across the sky
There's music in the waters flowing by
And you can hear a song each time the wind sighs
In the golden rolling hills of California
In the golden rolling hills of California

It's been so long, love, since you said goodbye
My cabin's been as lonesome as a cry
But there's comfort in the clouds drifting by
In the golden rolling hills of California
In the golden rolling hills of California

Yes, a neighbor came today to lend a hand
And he saw I’d fixed the road as best I can
There’s just some things that need a man’s hand
In the golden rolling hills of California
In the golden rolling hills of California