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1. I choose not to see the things that be

Or the miles and years that are gone

I pay no heed to tomorrow’s need

I’m blinded by the snow and the sun

'til all I could see is my darlin' and me

Like young flowers bloomin' in spring

Like flowers that grew, and no other I knew

But the Rose of the San Joaquin

2. The gypsies would dance, while stealing a glance

As leaves might blow in the wind

And the fields are worked in a sweat stained shirt

Then the workers all move on again

And the tramps and hawkers, with stories wild

Beguiled a young boy’s dreams

Enticing me to leave my home

And the Rose of the San Joaquin

3. I’ve watched the rise of light in the sky

When the sun climbs out of the sea

Seen giants fall in mountains tall

Where the lumbermen cut down the trees

I’ve played in the sand with the gulf coast wind

Fell asleep in the grass tall and green

But nowhere I’ve been would I go back again

Compared to the San Joaquin

4. Well the road back home is hard and it’s long

And the miles, they turn into years

And the tramps and hawkers in every town

By God, but it brings me to tears

When I got home, I found just a flower on the mound

Where it shamed the green grasses of spring

It grew from the grave of my darlin' little girl

The Rose of the San Joaquin

5. Oh see us today out on the highway

Or asleep in the doors of the train

See the gypsies dance with their damned old glances

Hear the peddlers cry out their refrain

And who’s gonna care, and who’s gonna share

All the joys, the sorrows we’ve seen?

Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or home

These tramps, and hawkers and me

Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or home

These tramps, and hawkers and me

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