Dreams of the San Joaquin Kenny Rogers

I'm sending you some money
I wish it could be more
But it's harder than I thought
To find the work I came here for

This place is just as pretty
As I pictured it to be
And a man in need of work's
An all too common sight to see

Each morning as the trucks roll in
A lucky few climb on
And the rest of us are left to wonder
Where the dream has gone
Where the dream has gone

They say the Sierras melt with the rain
And race through the valley
Like blood through the vein
Turning the lowland
From golden to green
To harvest forever
Our dreams of the San Joaquin

Every day I struggle
With the distance and the fear
That I will not return or find
A way to bring you here