Prologue (Santa Fe) sing and play along

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 that 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 outa clay.

Why, 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 fam'ly,

and they're begging you to stay!

Ain't that neat?

Livin's sweet in Santa Fe.

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.

Don't you know that we're a fam'ly.

Would I let ya down?

No way.

Just hold on, kid, 'til that train makes Santa Fe.