another one like her Floating around in this big bad world I?ve hoped and I?ve prayed, let my life slip away Like the train that tool my Santa Fe Girl
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be another one like her Floating around in this big bad world I?ve hoped and I?ve prayed, let my life slip away Like the train that tool my Santa Fe Girl
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas They'd understand why God made those fly over states I bet that mile haul in Santa Fe freight train engineer's
set to Sex and the City You like a hot bowl of grits only way more gritty Straight drippin' in turquoise my Santa Fe queen One short leg you got the Santa Fe
just to get up in the Rover Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah not here bitch, fuck what they told ya' Keys to the condo, Gucci ensamble gaul streams in Santa Fe
Driving into Santa Fe Dreaming of the day I'll make it mine That day is coming Ani DiFranco on the tape player Thinking of the things I'd say to her
, John It's coming out of the east like rain, Johnny Look, what's been done, John It's coming like a God with no name, Johnny I'm out near Santa Fe Hitching
There goes the boy from Santa Fe Who lost his momma in the second grade Played Romeo in his high school play He's never been in an aeroplane There goes
Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they
on From Santa Fe to San Antone Livin' in the saddle, till you die Move on to Sunday crowds, rodeos Stetson hats and fancy clothes Girls that love to
the baseball stars I remember how we memorized the names on railroad cars The Wabash and the TP, Lackawanna, the IC The Nichel-Plate and the good old Santa Fe
closed where our names were carved on that corner booth Yeah, everything has changed except for the way I feel about you That Westbound to Santa Fe
closed where our names were carved on that corner booth Yeah, everything's changed except for the way I feel about you That westbound to Santa Fe don
'll catch that Santa Fe Doggone my bad luck soul Sugar, you catch that Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe When you
the scars He got stomped by the meanest bronc in Santa Fe But if he looks a little down and out It ain't that bronc he's thinking about It's that girl
be buckin' in the country fair Amarillo my morning, Amarillo I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston broke my leg in Santa Fe I lost my wife and a girl
take anything. Am I first on that list of yours, or am I second, or third? So, who's that ahead of me, some harlot from Pittsburgh? Or Detroit, Santa Fe
