Pacheco

G                                     D
Purple clouds turn scarlet in the set-ting sun
                                                 G
Where sage brush turns to live oak and the white tail run.
    C                                 G
The air is cool as music when the day is done
    D                  C       G
And God paints the sky above Pacheco

[Chorus]
C                      G
Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Bm              C            G
Turn west again up through Pacheco

[Verse 2]
G                                               D
Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we’re rolling fine
                                          G
Where red-tail hawks go circling like the ways of time
        C                                     G
And lovers and friends will meet again ‘round red Sonoma wine
           D
When God calls the night above Pacheco

[Chorus]
C                          G
Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Bm              C            G
Turn west again up through Pacheco


THE DD TAIL HAWK
 George Schroder

     Am                  G               Am
the redtail hawk writes songs across the sky
         Am           G             Am
there's music in the waters flowing by
Am                  G                 Am
and you can hear a song each time the wind sighs
        G              G          Am
in the golden rolling hills of california
        G              G          Am
in the golden rolling hills of california

      Am            G                   Am
it's been so long, love, since you said goodbye
    Am              G            Am
my cabin's been as lonesome as a cry
             Am          G             Am
but there's comfort in clouds drifting by
        G               G          Am
in the golden rolling hills of california
        G              G           Am
in the golden rolling hills of california

   Am              G             Am
a neighbor came today to lend a hand
    Am                G             Am
he saw i'd fixed the road as best i can
Am           G                           Am
but there's just some things that need a man's hand
        G              G           Am
in the golden rolling hills of california
        G              G           Am
in the golden rolling hills of california

    Am                  G               Am
the redtail hawk writes songs across the sky
         Am           G             Am
there's music in the waters flowing by
Am                  G                 Am
and you can hear a song each time the wind sighs
        G              G          Am
in the golden rolling hills of california
        G              G          Am
in the golden rolling hills of california