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Santa Fe (Prologue)

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Them streets down there they sucked the life right outta my old man

Well they ain't doin' that to me

But everyone wants to come to New York

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 dying 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 made outta clay

Well the minute that you 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's 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

Feature me ridin' in style

Hey I bet a few month of clean air you could toss that could toss that crutch for good

Santa Fe you can bet we won't let them bastids beat us

We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square

There's a life that's worth livin' and I'm gonna do my share

Work the land chase the sun

Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun

Watch me stand

Watch me run

Hey . Hey

Don't you know that we'se a fam'ly

Would I let ya down

No way

Just hold on kid till that train makes Santa Fe