California's rusty hills
and San Francisco's they
are there
oh sorrow
Folk played everywhere once
it's so quiet now
but Woody doesn't
Hello there!
Joan is the world's prettiest woman
a sad woman who sings, but
as a reward from the world, Joan got
diamonds and rust and songs, but
She sings the wanderers' songs
and those who stayed
I'm alone
come home
If you once return to the home region
On the cotton field's edge
guitar rings
again
Joan is the world's prettiest ...