Coming up this Saturday ... Jim Gleason's Little People - Part 2

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Lyrics

I’m hopping a train to Chula Vista
The first chance I get.
I’m heading south of the border
So I can forget.
I’ll buy a piece of land with what I’ve earned,
Plant me some fields of green,
Stare out over the Pacific
And try not to dream again,
Dream of a Better Life

O, dream of a Better Life/

I kissed you behind the register
After everyone had gone home
So they wouldn’t have to see the brown boy
Stealing one of their own.
Then every night out there out on the beach
Between the tracks and your home -
That place where two worlds could collide
And no one would know that we
Were dreaming of a better life.

O, dream of a better life.

Until your brother found the note
Left for you and you alone.
It spoke of your face
And how it filled my dreams with gold.
That night he waited outside in the shadows
And he lunged at me as I passed
And when it was all over
He lie dying on the tracks.
I dropped my dreams with that knife.

O, these dreams cut like that knife.

Bridge:
So I’ll remember you as the sun goes down
Over the ocean blue.
And I’ll see your face in everything that grows
In this field I’m planting for you
With dreams of a better life.

O, dream of a better life.

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