Call up your mother, tell her that you're all aloneWith some sky out by Santa Fe, New MexicoThink I'm going to Santa FeThe type of place you'll know my nameMy grandma called just yesterdayTo say she loves the manor I was raisedGrown so weary of all of this and every day is a precipiceIt pissed me off and pissed on all the friends I ever madeCall up your mother, tell her that you're all aloneWith some sky out by Santa Fe, New MеxicoHoping, broken, you can find yourself back homeHomе is broken, drunk and dirty on a desert roadWell, I've been to Santa Fe beforeDrank a million beers at the MatadorSleep in your jeans in the back of your camper'Cause that's all you got to your nameThink I'm going to Santa FeThe type of place you'll know my nameNever talk to no one again and never sing another songCall up your mother, tell her that you're all aloneWith some sky out by Santa Fe, New MexicoHoping, broken, you can find yourself back homeHome is hopeless, drunk and dirty on a desert roadCall up your mother, tell her that you're all aloneWith some sky out by Santa Fe, New MexicoHoping, broken, you can find yourself back homeHome is hopeless, drunk and dirty on a desert roadThink I'm going to Santa FeThe type of place you'll know my namePissed me off and pissed on all the friends I ever made
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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 Mеxico
Hoping, broken, you can find yourself back home
Homе is broken, drunk and dirty on a desert road
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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