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Santa Fe

from American Murder Ballads by Scamps

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Well I made my way down to Santa fe,
with my favorite gun in my hand
I was running from the law, I couldn't get caught,
Cause Im always one step ahead
I saw her sitting there, she met me with a stare
We danced at a quarter past ten
And by midnight, We had made it out of sight
I stole the car from her old man
But i didn't kill the fool, I kept it cool
I left him hogtied to the stand
Took his money and his drugs, His guns and his love
Cause sometimes I'm a pretty good man
Well we made one more stop, right down the block
To fill up that tank and can
My honey grabbed the money, I thought it was funny
I laughed hard as I handcuffed the man

Well we were flying through the city, and she's looking pretty
The top down for her hair
we were feeling psychotic, chewing dilaudid, Boy we did't care
I said "Hey little lady, You wanna go crazy?
Let's have some fun tonight"
Were gonna drag race the car, smoke up the tar,
Then hit the bar For a fight
We were six shots deep when they turned up the heat
I drank all the beer they would fill
And with money in my hand, I didn't even care
I punched some guy just to skip on the bill
And gave my girl a shout before the whole brawl broke out
We snuck out a door in the back,
Stopped in the Alley, started to dally,
And then got right back on track

Well we went and got the gas the we had in the back
Of the car from earlier before
I grabbed some chains fro the trunk, and a big metal hunk,
It was a lock for the front and back door
I poured the gas on the bar, and the owners car
I lit a stick for a little flair
And through the glow of the night,
I could see the timing was right
To say "I love you", But I wouldn't dare
So now the fire is roaring, and emotions are soaring,
Im feeling like a pretty lucky man
So I got in the car, I gunned it real far,
I left her with the can of gas in her hand..

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from American Murder Ballads, released May 22, 2017

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