[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 & 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 & 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 'Til that train makes santa fe