Lyrics:
Angels come to paint the desert nightly
When the moon is beaming brightly
Along the Santa Fe Trail
Stardust scattered all along the highway
Angels come to paint the desert nightly
When the moon is beaming brightly
Along the Santa Fe Trail
Stardust scattered all along the highway
Angels come to paint the desert nightly
When the moon is beaming brightly
Along the Santa Fe trail
Stardust scattered all along the highway
Ladainha by Mestre Sombra
Minha fé em Deus é grande, My faith in God is great
É grande como o universo, It is as great as the universe Na roda da
Angels, come to paint the desert nightly,
When the moon is beaming brightly,
Along the Santa Fe trail,
Stardust scattered all along
the sink
The reindeer will be staying in their pens this year
The elves haven't built anything
Cuz Santa got arrested last Christmas Day
The Police got
like
The Turquoise Trail can't outshine my Gypsy Gem
Or your golden eyes when the sun hits them
I'll be your big cowboy if you'll be my muse
Santa Fe
, on the Santa Fe Trail.
A medicine man has shown me the way,
I know that my feet will not fail.
If you hear the moon call at night and smell the sage in
They sent me out from Santa Fe to try and find his trail
They think that I'm the only one who can bring him back to jail
This star says I'm
of the railroad track is callin'
If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her
the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin'
If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs
of the
Railroad track is callin'
If a man that knows where the Santa Fe goes
When she gets under steam
And a big loud bell bids a fond farewell
To hear her whistle
hunted by the man who was your friend.
So hang on to your woman, if you got one
Remember in El Paso once you shot one
I'll be in Santa Fe about one
of the railroad track is callin'
If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes, when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs farewell, could hear her
brings you down into the panhandle
Im after Dirty Dave
for the bounty
for this holdup on a Santa Fe train him and Roarke hightailed it know where he
of the railroad track is callin'
If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes, when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs farewell, could hear her
Four ol' Brokes, One Fool Joker, waitin' for the light to change
On an eastbound freight outa San Berdu waitin' waiting on the Santa Fe
The Joker
and corn and sorghum
I’m walking with my hat and black boots on
On the trail of a man named Mr. Wrong
Back in Santa Fe I set out on my way
With silver
can always find me here in Boothill
That Santa Fe Trail is callin' me on
When you got nothing to say, then nothing's wrong
But if you drink your whiskey
He's a bad killer
About as bad as they come
Look out!
A big fifty at his side
His pony's Indian broke
He'll light a shuck for Santa Fe
Or just plain
used to jook cane
Rock for rock on Santa Fe
We can check a fade or pistol play
Shout out to the TNA
This hood shit in my DNA
Like the alphabet I keep a K
to the smell
So he can't tell
It was twenty-one past twelve
But he wasn't in a rush the radio played "Along The Santa Fe Trail"
Along Riverside Drive, where
descend the abandoned
Saltpeter warehouse
Santa Fe
Better everyday
Filling up adobe with my desert children
Rio Grande
Dogs like getting wet
Yard of metal
to Santa Fe
In a 1967 Chevrolet
In my memory it seems I always find you
Running with a trail of dust behind you
Hard and fast from places you have come
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