Almond Grove - Cracker

Said goodbye to Miss Jenny, sleeping on a subway grate

Say goodbye to all the ladies, waiting for the tricks to show

Got a hundred dollars, more than I need to score

Got a hundred dollars, just enough to get me home

Yeah I’m going back home, to the cotton fields

To the almond groves, to the old homestead

See my Ma and Pa, my big brother Jack

He went to Kandahar, but he never come back

Came from Maricopa, had no family left

Worked at Port of Oakland, fell in with the narco set

Ended up a junkie, living in my brother’s car

Don’t shed a tear for me, home ain’t so far

No he never come back

International boulevard, ladies don’t you weep and moan

I’ve gone to a better place off the dirty streets

Mr Patel, won’t you send my ashes home?

Spread 'em in the old family almond grove

Gonna see him now.