They say folks is dyin' to get here.
Me, I'm dyin' to get away,
to a 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 we get there,
Folks'll walk right up and say,
"Welcome home, son, welcome home to Santa Fe!"
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?
in Santa Fe.
Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down?
Just hold on, kid,
till that train makes Santa Fe.