Santa Fe

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 way 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 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