[Verse 1] Purple clouds turn scarlet in the set-ting sun Where sage brush turns to live oak and the white tail run. The air is cool as music when the day is done And God paints the sky above Pacheco [Chorus] Driving all day up the San Joaquin Turn west again up through Pacheco [Verse 2] Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we’re rolling fine Where red-tail hawks go circling like the ways of time And lovers and friends will meet again ’round red Sonoma wine When God calls the night above Pacheco [Chorus] Driving all day up the San Joaquin Turn west again up through Pacheco THE REDTAIL HAWK  George Schroder the redtail hawk writes songs across the sky there’s music in the waters flowing by and you can hear a song each time the wind sighs in the golden rolling hills of california in the golden rolling hills of california it’s been so long love since you said goodbye my cabin’s been as lonesome as a cry but there’s comfort in clouds drifting by in the golden rolling hills of california in the golden rolling hills of california a neighbor came today to lend a hand he saw i’d fixed the road as best i can but there’s just some things that need a man’s hand in the golden rolling hills of california in the golden rolling hills of california the redtail hawk writes songs across the sky there’s music in the waters flowing by and you can hear a song each time the wind sighs in the golden rolling hills of california in the golden rolling hills of california