Tramps And Hawkers

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I choose to see not the things that be
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Or the miles and the years that are gone
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I pay no heed to tomorrow's need
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I'm blinded by the snow and the sun
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'Til all I can see is my darling and me
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Like young flowers blooming in spring
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Like flowers we grew and no other I knew
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But the Rose of the San Joaquin

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Ah, the gypsies will dance, while stealing a glance
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As leaves might blow in the wind
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And the fields are worked in a sweat stained shirt
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'Til the workers move on again
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And the tramps and hawkers, with stories wild
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Beguiled a young boy to dream
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Enticing me to leave my love
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The Rose of the San Joaquin

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I've watched the rise of light in the sky
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Where the sun climbs out of the sea
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Seen giants fall in the mountains tall
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Where the lumbermen cut down the trees
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I've played in the sand with the gulf coast wind
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And slept in the grass tall and green
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But nowhere I've been would I go back again
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'Cept to the San Joaquin

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But the road back home is long and it's hard
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And the miles they stretch into years
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And the tramps and hawkers in every town
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Oh god, but it brings me to tears
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When I got home, I found just a flower on a mound
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It shamed the green grasses of spring
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And it grew from the grave of my darling little girl
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The Rose of the San Joaquin

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Oh, see us today out on your highway
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Or asleep in the doors of a train
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See the gypsies dance with their damned knowing glances
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While the peddlers shout out their refrain
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And who's gonna care, and who's gonna share
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All the joys, and troubles we've seen?
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Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or home
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These tramps and hawkers and me
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Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or home
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These tramps and hawkers and me