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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jack A. Feldman, Alan Menken
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