Santa Fe (from Newsies)

Folks, we (Gm7)fin'lly got a (C)headline:

"Newsies (Gm7)crushed as bulls (C)attack!"

Crutchie's (Eb)callin' me, dumb (F)crip's just too damn (C)slow.

(D)Guys are (Gm7)fightin', bleedin', (C)fallin'.

Thanks to (Gm7)good ole' Captain (C)Jack.

Captain Jack just wants to (D7)close his eyes and go...

Let me (C)go far (Am)away, somewhere (F)they won't (G)never (C)find me.

And (E)tomorrow won't (Am)remind me of (F)today.

(C)When the (G7)city's fin'lly (Em7)sleepin', (Am7)and the (G)moon looks old and (Am7)gray,

I get (Bbmaj9)on the train that's (D7)bound for Santa (G7sus)Fe.

(G7)And I'm (C)gone!

And I'm (Am)done!

No more (F)runnin', (G)no more (C)lyin'.

No more (E)fat old men (Am)denying me my (F)pay.

(C)Just a (G7)moon so big and (C)yellow,

it turns (G)night right into (Esus)day.

(E7)Dreams come (Dm9)true, yeah, they (G7sus)do,

in Santa (D)Fe.

(G)Where does it say you (F)gotta live (G)and (Dm)die here?

(G)Where does it say a (F)guy can't (G)catch a (C)break?

Why should you only take what you're given?

(Am)Why should you spend your (Fm)whole life livin' (Am)trapped where there ain't no future,

(Fmaj7)even at seventeen,

(Am)breakin' your back for someone else's (Fmaj7)sake?

If the (Bb)life don't seem to suit ya,

(Bm7)how 'bout a change of (E7sus)scene,

(Am7)far from the lousy headlines and the (Em)deadlines in between!

(A7sus)(A7)Santa (D)Fe!

My old (Bm)friend!

I can't (G)spend my (A)whole life (G)(D)dreamin',

though I (A)know that's (F#)all I (Bm)seem inclined to (G)do.

(D)I ain't (A7)gettin' any (D)younger, and I (A7)wanna start brand (F#7)new.

I need (Em9)space, and fresh (Gmaj7)air.

Let 'em (D)laugh in my (A)face,

I don't (Bm)care.

(F#m)Save my (Gmaj7)place, I'll be (A7sus)there...

(E)Just be (F)real is all I'm (D)askin',

not some (F)paintin' in my (D)head.

'Cause I'm (Em9)dead if I can't (G)count on you (Bm)today.

I got (Bb)nothin', if I (Gm7)don't got (F#m)(A)Santa (Bm7)Fe.