"Rico" lyrics

Rico says it's too cold in the Ozark Mountains
But the winter passes and the berry season is on
He works the fields by day at night he keeps to himself
He writes a letter and sends some money back home

I never told you about my dreams
He always starts to write it down changes his mind
It's hard to tell the ones back home about dreams
When for a piece of bread they are standing in line

The man he works for he believes in money
He never takes the time for nothing else
Sometimes his woman comes by sits and talks a while
Rico watches her eyes and there's nothing left

I never told no one about my dreams
I used to think I could paint but there's never time
And it's hard to keep believing in your dreams
With kids to raise and a man who don't pay you no mind

Everybody's got a story
Sometimes it's the one that you never tell
We keep our feelings hid inside
And the dreams keep falling into the wishing well

Autumn falls like gold on the Ozark Mountains
And the moon hangs like a fingernail in the sky
Rico's out on the road he's making his way down South
He didn't leave a note didn't tell nobody goodbye

He knows they're hiring hands down in Florida
He'll pick their oranges and keep to himself
Sometimes you put it all on the back burner
Hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left