[Jack]
Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man
Well they ain't doin' that to me
[Crutchie]
But everyone wants to come to New York
[Jack]
You keep your small life in the big city
Give me a big life in a small town
They say folks is dyin' to get here
Me, I'm dyin' to get away
To a little town out west
That's spankin' new
And while I ain't never been there
I can see it clear as day
If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too
Close your eyes
Come with me
Where it's clean and green and pretty
And they went and made a city outta clay
Why, the minute that ya get there
Folks'll walk right up and say
Welcome home, son
Welcome home to Santa Fe!
Plantin' crops
Splittin' rails
Swappin' tales around the fire
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day
Soon your friends are more like family
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet
In Santa Fe
Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe
You just hop a palomino, you'll ride in style!
[Crutchie]
Picture me, ridin' in style
[Jack]
Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!
[Jack and Crutchie]
Santa Fe
You can bet
We won't let them bastards beat us
We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square
There's a life that's worth the livin'
And I'm gonna do my share
[Jack]
Work the land, chase the Sun
[Jack and Crutchie]
Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!
[Crutchie]
Watch me stand!
Watch me run
[Jack]
Hey, hey
Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down?
No way
Just hold on, kid
Till that train makes Santa Fe
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