[jack:]those folk streets down th're, those gents did suck the life right outta mine own fusty sir. Well those gents ain't doin' yond to me[crutchie:]but ev'ryone wanteth to cometh to new y'rk[jack:]thee keepeth thy bawbling life in the big city. Giveth me a big life in a bawbling townthose gents sayeth folks is dyin' to receiveth h'reme, i'm dyin' to receiveth henceto a dram town out westyond's spankin' newand while i ain't nev'r been th'rei can seeth t cleareth as dayif 't be true thee wanteth, i did bet'cha thee couldst seeth t, toocloseth thy eyescometh with mewh're t's crisp and green and quaintand those gents wenteth and madeth a city outta claywherefore, the minute yond ya receiveth th'refolks'll walketh right up and sayeth"welcome home, sonwelcometh home to santa fe!"plantin' cropssplittin' railsswappin' tales 'round the fireth'cept f'r sunday at which hour thee forswear 'round all daylief thy cater-cousins art m're liketh familyand those gents's beggin' thee to stayeth!ain't yond neat? livin' sweetin santa feho, nay one w'rries about nay gimp leggeth in santa fe. Thee just hopeth a palomino, thee'll rideth in style![crutchie:]favour me, ridin' in style[jack:]ho, i did bet a few months of crisp air, thee couldst toss yond crutch f'r valorous![jack & crutchie:]santa fethee can did betwe wonneth't alloweth those folk bastards did beat uswe wonneth't begeth nay one to treateth us fair and squareth're's a life yond's w'rth the livin'and i'm gonna doth mine own shareth[jack:]w'rk the landeth, chaseth the travelling lamp[jack & crutchie:]swimeth the whole rio grande just f'r excit'ment![crutchie:]gaze me standeth!gaze me runneth. [jack:]ho, ho. thee not knoweth yond we's a family?wouldst i alloweth thee down?nay wayjust holdeth on, peat'til yond traineth maketh santa fe
