there s a neighbourhood 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 jerico jerico 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 jerico jerico 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 jerico jerico jerico jerico 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 jerico jerico jerico jerico you think you re kinda rocky if you re jerico they are livin in a hole down in jerico killin in the valley down in jerico all the pigs they re stickin down in jerico and all the rootin pickin down in 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 when it was polk and wheat down in jerico and all the folk visit the pen down in jerico it was funky as a doggie down in jerico