Stockton Raised

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I grew up at the edge of town,

Near Davis and Thornton Roads.

The nearby rice paddies provided,

Pockets full of baby frogs and toads.

 

No A/C, we just opened windows

Pulling in clouds of black Peat Dust…

Winter floods in the early 50’s

Converted everything metal to rust.

 

So many wondrous journeys;

The majestic dirt roads I’ve walked upon…

I will forever be the valley boy,

Now the man raised up in Stockton. 

 

I always felt my life was charmed,

In the shadow of Mt. Diablo,

In concert with every sunset

There's no better location to know.