Between the Cracks Songtext
von Dave Alvin

Sundown on the San Joaquin
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 in the photo
A young man who caused so much pain
Countless twelve-round bloodbaths
Kid Jesus was his name
He was the pride of the valley
Till the night he slid down on his back
And when he took the dive
He disappeared down between the cracks
She says Jesus was born a poor boy
On the wrong side of the tracks
And he rose again but not before
He fell between the cracks


She re-reads the one letter
That he wrote her from L.A
He said please don′t worry about me
I'll come back again someday
Then she hears the other stories
Whispered behind her back
About a shooting at a grocery store
Somewhere between the cracks
She says Jesus was born a poor boy
On the wrong side of the tracks
And he rose again but not before
He fell between the cracks
Sunrise on the San Joaquin
An old woman walks off to work
To another day in the fields
Another day in the dirt
She looks around at the children
Dropping rich man′s fruit into sacks
And she says a prayer for everyone
Trapped between the cracks
She says Jesus was born a poor boy
On the wrong side of the tracks
And he rose again but not before
He fell between the cracks