Between the Cracks - Dave Alvin

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 man

Who fell between the cracks

She stares at the photo of a young man

Who caused so much pain

In countless twelve round blood baths

Kid Hey Zeus was his name

He was the pride of the valley

Until the night he stayed down on his back

When he took the dive he disappeared

Down between the cracks

She said Jesus born a poor boy

On the wrong side of the tracks

He rose again but not before

He fell between the tracks

She re-reads all the letters

That he wrote her from L. A

He said please don’t worry about me

I’ll come back again someday

But she hears the other stories

Whispered behind her back

About a shooting in a grocery store

Somewhere between the cracks

She said Jesus born a poor boy

On the wrong side of the tracks

He rose again but not before

He fell between the tracks

Sunrise on the San Joaquim

An old woman walks off to work

Another day in the fields another day in the dirt

She looks around at all the children

Dropping rich mens fruit in the sacks

And she says a prayer for everyone

Trapped between the cracks

She said Jesus born a poor boy

On the wrong side of the tracks

He rose again but not before

He fell between the tracks

He rose again but not before

He fell between the tracks