| Song | Santa Fe Girl |
| Artist | Jackie Greene |
| Album | Rusty Nails |
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| There's got to be another one like her | |
| Floating around in this big bad world | |
| I've hoped and I've prayed, let my life slip away | |
| Like the train that took my Santa Fe Girl | |
| Well, I don't mind the roof when it rains, | |
| But all these soldiers are dragging their chains | |
| You see, I'm alive and alone and I'm touched | |
| By the angel that planted her seed in my veins | |
| So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
| I'd trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
| Send me a postcard from the hotel she's sleeping in, | |
| I'd love her until the Amen, | |
| I could love her until the Amen. | |
| I wish I was home in her kitchen, her pantry | |
| But I'm hangin' round with Hangover Jim | |
| Under my bed all the letters remind me | |
| I'll never be now what I never was then | |
| She's a Santa Fe Girl, a giver a taker | |
| She's living for nothing and wasting her time | |
| She's a lover a fighter a blue-eyed heart breaker | |
| She's locked up her heart and she's keeping mine | |
| So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
| I'd trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
| Send me a postcard from the hotel she's sleeping in, | |
| I'd love her until the Amen, | |
| I could love her until the Amen. | |
| There's got to be another one like her | |
| Floating around in this big bad world | |
| If dreams were like horses and wishes were cab fare; | |
| I'd ride them away to my Santa Fe Girl |
| There' s got to be another one like her | |
| Floating around in this big bad world | |
| I' ve hoped and I' ve prayed, let my life slip away | |
| Like the train that took my Santa Fe Girl | |
| Well, I don' t mind the roof when it rains, | |
| But all these soldiers are dragging their chains | |
| You see, I' m alive and alone and I' m touched | |
| By the angel that planted her seed in my veins | |
| So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
| I' d trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
| Send me a postcard from the hotel she' s sleeping in, | |
| I' d love her until the Amen, | |
| I could love her until the Amen. | |
| I wish I was home in her kitchen, her pantry | |
| But I' m hangin' round with Hangover Jim | |
| Under my bed all the letters remind me | |
| I' ll never be now what I never was then | |
| She' s a Santa Fe Girl, a giver a taker | |
| She' s living for nothing and wasting her time | |
| She' s a lover a fighter a blueeyed heart breaker | |
| She' s locked up her heart and she' s keeping mine | |
| So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
| I' d trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
| Send me a postcard from the hotel she' s sleeping in, | |
| I' d love her until the Amen, | |
| I could love her until the Amen. | |
| There' s got to be another one like her | |
| Floating around in this big bad world | |
| If dreams were like horses and wishes were cab fare | |
| I' d ride them away to my Santa Fe Girl |
| There' s got to be another one like her | |
| Floating around in this big bad world | |
| I' ve hoped and I' ve prayed, let my life slip away | |
| Like the train that took my Santa Fe Girl | |
| Well, I don' t mind the roof when it rains, | |
| But all these soldiers are dragging their chains | |
| You see, I' m alive and alone and I' m touched | |
| By the angel that planted her seed in my veins | |
| So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
| I' d trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
| Send me a postcard from the hotel she' s sleeping in, | |
| I' d love her until the Amen, | |
| I could love her until the Amen. | |
| I wish I was home in her kitchen, her pantry | |
| But I' m hangin' round with Hangover Jim | |
| Under my bed all the letters remind me | |
| I' ll never be now what I never was then | |
| She' s a Santa Fe Girl, a giver a taker | |
| She' s living for nothing and wasting her time | |
| She' s a lover a fighter a blueeyed heart breaker | |
| She' s locked up her heart and she' s keeping mine | |
| So Lord where is the woman you sent me? | |
| I' d trade all my freedom just to see her again. | |
| Send me a postcard from the hotel she' s sleeping in, | |
| I' d love her until the Amen, | |
| I could love her until the Amen. | |
| There' s got to be another one like her | |
| Floating around in this big bad world | |
| If dreams were like horses and wishes were cab fare | |
| I' d ride them away to my Santa Fe Girl |