[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!"

Plantin' crops

Splittin' rails

Swappin' tales around the fire

'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day

Soon your friends are more like family

And they's beggin' you to stay!

Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet

In Santa Fe

(spoken)

Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style!

[CRUTCHIE, spoken]

Picture me, ridin' in style.​

[JACK, spoken]

Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!

[JACK & CRUTCHIE, sung]

Santa Fe

You can bet

We won't let them bastards 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

[JACK, sung]

Work the land, chase the sun

[JACK & CRUTCHIE, sung]

Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!

[CRUTCHIE, sung]

Watch me stand!

Watch me run...

[JACK, spoken]

Hey, hey...

(sung)

Don't you know that we's a family?

Would I let you down?

No way

Just hold on, kid

'Til that train makes Santa Fe