Her turquoise lips kiss me like a lover. Her silver eyes see right through my veins. Her Indian heart asks when I'll return to her. Her Spanish soul begs
You said that you'd be waiting for me here in Santa Fe With hotel rooms and TV's booming loud every night and day And all I have to do is just be careful
So that's what they call a family Mother daughter father son Guess that everything you heard about is true So you aint got any family Who said you needed
JACK: Santa Fe My old friend I can't spend my whole life hidin' You're the only light that's guidin' me today Will you keep a candle burnin'? Will you
Where the rain don't fall and the grass don't grow The older part of New Mexico I drifted into town one day And stumbled in on a lost cafe The shades
Ooh Santa Fe it's no good I'll have to go drivin' me bloody crazy here people and cars planes this song your face Mmm ooh got to get a train and go
New York City, uh huh Center of the universe, sing it girl Times are shitty But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse, I hear that It's a comfort to know
Do you hear that 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
Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My woman needs it every day She promised this a-lad she'd stay She's rollin' up a lotta bread to toss away
They say that no man is an island and good things come to those who wait but the things I hear are there just to remind me every dog will have his day
They say that no man is an island Good things come to those who wait The things are here or there just to remind me Every dog will have his day The spirits
Winter was gray in my small town sky When Sarah came back with a smile Some things just brought her around this whole world Back to our hometown main
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
She was sitting in the corner of a cafe In the burning heart of downtown Santa Fe Picking on a Gibson and singing, "Baby Can't You See" She was buzzing
What a lovely trip, I'm feeling so fresh and alive And I'm so glad to arrive, it's all so grand It's easy to see you don't need a palace To feel like
Written by Leiber - Stoller - Wheeler Recorded by Hank Snow The cowboy was drunk and braggin' He told her he had a wagon A wagon filled up with gold
Oh, the townhouse warbler lives far apart in a song He holds the poor in his memory he never, he never lets on He gathers his strength as he gazes at