Jerico

Lyrics by：P. Vegas

Composed by：P. Vegas

Produced by：Pat Vegas/Lolly Vegas

There's a neighborhood 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

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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

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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

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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

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Jerico

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

Livin' in a hole down in Jerico

Killin' in the valley down Jerico

All the pigs they're stickin' down Jerico

And all the rootin' pickin' down 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

Down in down in Jerico

And all the folk visit the pen down in Jerico

And I was a funky as a doggie down in Jerico