Santa Fe (Prologue)

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 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

Wait to 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're 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

Picture me, ridin' in style

Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you 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 the 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're a family?

Would I let you down?

No way

Just hold on, kid

'Til that train makes Santa Fe