Santa Fe

Zach Bryan

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    Call up your mother, tell her that you're all alone
    With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico

    Think I'm going to Santa Fe, the type of place you'll know my name
    My grandma called just yesterday to say she loves the manor I was raised
    Grown so weary of all of this and every day is a precipice
    It pissed me off and pissed on all the friends I ever made

    Call up your mother, tell her that you're all alone
    With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico
    Hoping, broken, you can find yourself back home
    Home is broken, drunk and dirty on a desert road

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    Well, I've been to Santa Fe before, drank a million beers at the Matador
    Sleep in your jeans in the back of your camper 'cause that's all you got to your name
    Think I'm going to Santa Fe, the type of place you'll know my name
    Never talk to no one again and never sing another song

    Call up your mother, tell her that you're all alone
    With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico
    Hoping, broken, you can find yourself back home
    Home is hopeless, drunk and dirty on a desert road
    Call up your mother, tell her that you're all alone
    With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico
    Hoping, broken, you can find yourself back home
    Home is hopeless, drunk and dirty on a desert road

    Think I'm going to Santa Fe, the type of place you'll know my name
    Pissed me off and pissed on all the friends I ever made

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