JACK, spoken] Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me. [CRUTCHIE, spoken] But everyone wants to come to New York. [JACK, spoken] You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town. Ben 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 Rc 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 Both Close your eyes Come with me Rc Where it's clean and green and pretty Ben And they went and made a city outta clay Rc Why, the minute that ya get there Folks'll walk right up and say Ben "Welcome home, son Both Welcome home to Santa Fe!" Plantin' crops Splittin' rails Swappin' tales around the fire 'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day Ben Soon your friends are more like family Rc And they's beggin' you to stay! Ben Ain't that neat? Rc Livin' sweet Both In Santa Fe (spoken) Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style! [CRUTCHIE, spoken] Picture me, ridin' in style. [JACK, spoken] Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good! [JACK & CRUTCHIE, sung] 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 Rc Work the land Ben chase the sun Both Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun! Watch me stand! Watch me run... [JACK, spoken] Hey, hey... (sung) 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
Jack (spoken): Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me. Crutchie (spoken): But everyone wants to come to New York. Jack (spoken): You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town. (sung): 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. (spoken): Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style! Crutchie (spoken): Picture me, ridin' in style. Jack (spoken): Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good! Jack & Crutchie (sung): 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. Jack (sung): Work the land. Chase the sun. Jack & Crutchie (sung): Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun! Crutchie (sung): Watch me stand! Watch me run... Jack (spoken): Hey, hey... (sung): 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
JACK, spoken]
Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me.
[CRUTCHIE, spoken]
But everyone wants to come to New York.
[JACK, spoken]
You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town.
Ben
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
Rc
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
Both
Close your eyes
Come with me
Rc
Where it's clean and green and pretty
Ben
And they went and made a city outta clay
Rc
Why, the minute that ya get there
Folks'll walk right up and say
Ben
"Welcome home, son
Both
Welcome home to Santa Fe!"
Plantin' crops
Splittin' rails
Swappin' tales around the fire
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day
Ben
Soon your friends are more like family
Rc
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ben
Ain't that neat?
Rc
Livin' sweet
Both
In Santa Fe
(spoken)
Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style!
[CRUTCHIE, spoken]
Picture me, ridin' in style.
[JACK, spoken]
Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!
[JACK & CRUTCHIE, sung]
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
Rc
Work the land
Ben
chase the sun
Both
Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!
Watch me stand!
Watch me run...
[JACK, spoken]
Hey, hey...
(sung)
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
Jack (spoken): Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me.
Crutchie (spoken): But everyone wants to come to New York.
Jack (spoken): You keep your small life in the big city.
Give me a big life in a small town.
(sung): 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.
(spoken): Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style!
Crutchie (spoken): Picture me, ridin' in style.
Jack (spoken): Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!
Jack & Crutchie (sung): 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.
Jack (sung): Work the land.
Chase the sun.
Jack & Crutchie (sung): Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!
Crutchie (sung): Watch me stand!
Watch me run...
Jack (spoken): Hey, hey...
(sung): 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
bLESS YOU FOR THIS TY I NEEDED IT
"them streets down there" is said at 0:09
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i can never hit it! lol
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But it would be cool if you added the lyrics
gamingistheONE If you’re gonna sing this song karaoke, don’t you think you should already know the words?
Charlie Baduini yah but to learn the instrumental (like what I'm doing) it would be nice to know when the lyrics are....
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