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