Alan Menken - Santa Fe (Prologue) lyrics

JACK (spoken): Them streets down there, they s**ed the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me CRUTCHIE (spoken): But everyone wants to come to New York JACK (spoken): You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town (sung) They say folks is dyin' to get here Me, I'm dyin' to get away To a little town out west That's spankin' new And while I ain't never been there I can see it clear as day If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too Close your eyes... Come with me Where it's clean and green and pretty And they went and made a city outta clay Why, the minute that ya get there Folks'll walk right up and say "Welcome home, son, welcome home to Santa Fe!" Plantin' crops Splittin' rails Swappin' tales around the fire 'cept for Sunday when you lie around all day Soon your friends are more like family And they's beggin' you to stay! Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet In Santa Fe (spoken) Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style! CRUTCHIE (spoken): Picture me, ridin' in style JACK (spoken): Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good! JACK & CRUTCHIE (sung): Santa Fe You can bet We won't let them bastids beat us We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square There's a life that's worth the livin' And I'm gonna do my share JACK (sung): Work the land Chase the sun JACK & CRUTCHIE (sung): Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun! CRUTCHIE (sung): Watch me stand! Watch me run... JACK (spoken): Hey, hey... (sung) Don't you know that we's a family? Would I let you down? No way Just hold on, kid Till that train makes Santa Fe