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