Song | Santa Fe Girl |
Artist | Jackie Greene |
Album | Rusty Nails |
There's got to be another one like her | |
Floating around in this big bad world | |
I've hoped and I've prayed, let my life slip away | |
Like the train that took my Santa Fe Girl | |
Well, I don't mind the roof when it rains, | |
But all these soldiers are dragging their chains | |
You see, I'm alive and alone and I'm touched | |
By the angel that planted her seed in my veins | |
So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
I'd trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
Send me a postcard from the hotel she's sleeping in, | |
I'd love her until the Amen, | |
I could love her until the Amen. | |
I wish I was home in her kitchen, her pantry | |
But I'm hangin' round with Hangover Jim | |
Under my bed all the letters remind me | |
I'll never be now what I never was then | |
She's a Santa Fe Girl, a giver a taker | |
She's living for nothing and wasting her time | |
She's a lover a fighter a blue-eyed heart breaker | |
She's locked up her heart and she's keeping mine | |
So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
I'd trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
Send me a postcard from the hotel she's sleeping in, | |
I'd love her until the Amen, | |
I could love her until the Amen. | |
There's got to be another one like her | |
Floating around in this big bad world | |
If dreams were like horses and wishes were cab fare; | |
I'd ride them away to my Santa Fe Girl |
There' s got to be another one like her | |
Floating around in this big bad world | |
I' ve hoped and I' ve prayed, let my life slip away | |
Like the train that took my Santa Fe Girl | |
Well, I don' t mind the roof when it rains, | |
But all these soldiers are dragging their chains | |
You see, I' m alive and alone and I' m touched | |
By the angel that planted her seed in my veins | |
So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
I' d trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
Send me a postcard from the hotel she' s sleeping in, | |
I' d love her until the Amen, | |
I could love her until the Amen. | |
I wish I was home in her kitchen, her pantry | |
But I' m hangin' round with Hangover Jim | |
Under my bed all the letters remind me | |
I' ll never be now what I never was then | |
She' s a Santa Fe Girl, a giver a taker | |
She' s living for nothing and wasting her time | |
She' s a lover a fighter a blueeyed heart breaker | |
She' s locked up her heart and she' s keeping mine | |
So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
I' d trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
Send me a postcard from the hotel she' s sleeping in, | |
I' d love her until the Amen, | |
I could love her until the Amen. | |
There' s got to be another one like her | |
Floating around in this big bad world | |
If dreams were like horses and wishes were cab fare | |
I' d ride them away to my Santa Fe Girl |