[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!"
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!"
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