Jerico - Redbone

There’s a neighbourhood on the edge of Fresno

Down by the old state road and the Suday Farm

The people there live in tents and cardboard lean-tos

The babies ain’t got no shoes, that’s not funny

Jerico, Jerico, Jerico, Jerico

When I was a boy growin' up in Fresno

The place that I called home was Jerico

My mama cooked with kerosene when she set the table

The babies drank bathed-in water, sometimes Kool-Aid

Jerico, Jerico, Jerico, Jerico

Kids would bust your lip if you wouldn’t fight

Runnin' with my friends, beggin' and stealin'

We’d hang out by the Honky-Tonk and roll a wino

The people in the church next door singin' «thank you, Jesus»

Jerico, Jerico, Jerico, Jerico

Wee Willie Young taught me to play the guitar

We used to play the blues 'til his life went bad

I started playin' in bars when I was fifteen

My younger brother, Pat, right there with me

Jerico, Jerico, Jerico, Jerico

You think you’re kinda rocky if you’re Jerico

They are livin' in a hole down in Jerico

Killin' in the valley down in Jerico

All the pigs they’re stickin' down in Jerico

And all the rootin', pickin' down in Jerico

And your mama and your papa down in Jerico

And you’re here understandin' Jerico

Hippin' and stickin' down in Jerico

An' cookin' and a-kickin' down in Jerico

Cookin' in a chippy down in Jerico

When it was polk and wheat down in Jerico

And all the folk visit the Pen down in Jerico

It was funky as a doggie down in Jerico