Lyrics:
Santa Fe

stay. Santa Fe Santa Fe I won't sleep 'till I'm back Santa Fe. Santa Fe No, I won't sleep 'till I'm back in Santa Fe.

the only time a day When the city's finally sleeping and my thoughts begin to stray And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe And I'm free like

devil's gate The desert meets the sky Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angels face North of heaven, South of Santa Fe North of heaven, South of Santa Fe

muzzle All this misery pays no salary, so Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

an old maid's home She's proud but she needs to roam She's gonna write herself a roadside poem about Santa Fe Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe

WRITERS DON WILLIAMS, CHARLES COCHRAN, DAVID POMEROY Which way is Santa Fe, New Mexico I've got some things to say, she needs to know Small brown adobe

done a lot of dreamin' and I've traveled some But I never thought I'd see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe (Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe

whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

travelin' for quite a spell On the way to Californiay On the Atchison, Topeka On the Atchison, Topeka On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Ooh ee, Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe