Jerico - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

There's a neighbourhood on the edge of Fresno

Down by the old state road and the Suday farm

The people there livin' in tents and cardboard lean-tos

The babies ain't got no shoes, that's not funny

Jerico, Jerico

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

Jerico, Jerico

Kids would bust your lip if you couldn't fight

Runnin' with my friends, drinkin' and stealin'

We'd hang out by the honky-tonk and would roll a wino

The people in the church next door singin' "Thank you, Jesus"

Jerico, Jerico

Wee Willie John 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, was right there with me

Jerico, Jerico

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

(Jerico) They are livin' in a hole down in Jerico

(Jerico) Killin' in the valley down in Jerico

(Jerico) All the pigs they're stickin' down in Jerico

(Jerico) And all the rootin', pickin' down in Jerico

(Jerico) And your mama and your papa down in Jerico

(Jerico) And you're here understandin' Jerico

(Jerico) Hippin' and stickin' down in Jerico

(Jerico) An' cookin' and a-kickin' down in Jerico

(Jerico) Cookin' in a chippy down in Jerico

(Jerico) When it was polk and wheat down in Jerico

(Jerico) And all the folk visit the Pen down in Jerico

(Jerico) It was funky as a doggie down in Jerico