Lyrics

Think I'm going to Santa Fe, the type of place no one knows my name My grandma called just yesterday to say she loves the man 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Wеll, I've been to Santa Fe beforе, 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 no one knows my name Never talk to no one again and never sing another song [Chorus] Call up your mother and 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 [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Call up your mother and tell her that you're all alone With some sky out by Santa Fe, New Mexico Hoping, broken, you can find yourself back home But home is broken, drunk and dirty on a desert road