| Song | South Of Santa Fe |
| Artist | Brooks & Dunn |
| Album | The Very Best Of Brooks & Dunn |
| 作词 : Boone, Brooks, Nelson | |
| Where the rain don't fall and the grass don't grow | |
| The older part of New Mexico | |
| I drifted into town one day | |
| And stumbled in on a lost cafe | |
| Shades were pulled and the door was locked | |
| Something made me knock | |
| Time stood still when she opened the door | |
| I didn't know where I was anymore | |
| And we were lost in each other's eyes | |
| Where loneliness meets paradise | |
| Something in my heart broke free | |
| Blowing wild as the tumbleweed | |
| Somewhere north of heaven | |
| Where eagles fear to fly | |
| Where the sun burns hot as the devil's gate | |
| The desert meets the sky | |
| Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel's face | |
| North of heaven, south of Santa Fe | |
| Bad news tends to travel fast | |
| I was running from my past | |
| I left her when ther morning broke | |
| Truth is I never let her go | |
| I'm still running free | |
| But in my heart I'll always be | |
| Somewhere north of heaven | |
| Where eagles fear to fly | |
| Where the sun burns hot as the devil's gate | |
| The desert meets the sky | |
| Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angels face | |
| North of heaven, south of Santa Fe | |
| North of heaven, south of Santa Fe |
| zuò cí : Boone, Brooks, Nelson | |
| Where the rain don' t fall and the grass don' t grow | |
| The older part of New Mexico | |
| I drifted into town one day | |
| And stumbled in on a lost cafe | |
| Shades were pulled and the door was locked | |
| Something made me knock | |
| Time stood still when she opened the door | |
| I didn' t know where I was anymore | |
| And we were lost in each other' s eyes | |
| Where loneliness meets paradise | |
| Something in my heart broke free | |
| Blowing wild as the tumbleweed | |
| Somewhere north of heaven | |
| Where eagles fear to fly | |
| Where the sun burns hot as the devil' s gate | |
| The desert meets the sky | |
| Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel' s face | |
| North of heaven, south of Santa Fe | |
| Bad news tends to travel fast | |
| I was running from my past | |
| I left her when ther morning broke | |
| Truth is I never let her go | |
| I' m still running free | |
| But in my heart I' ll always be | |
| Somewhere north of heaven | |
| Where eagles fear to fly | |
| Where the sun burns hot as the devil' s gate | |
| The desert meets the sky | |
| Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angels face | |
| North of heaven, south of Santa Fe | |
| North of heaven, south of Santa Fe |