Santa Rosa
K. Loggins
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Seems like 10 years ago
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Though today my mind is slow
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Me and Nicky Craig were runnin' west from Idaho
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Robbed a train to get some bread
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Seems like 15 men lay dead
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In a path that led us straight to Santa Rosa
Now and then old Nicky'd say
Boy at home you should've stayed
Than to follow me and learn a life of lookin' back
But he'd spin and slap his side
Just to see if he was alive
Then he'd sing his banjo song of Santa Rosa
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He said whoa-ooh-whoa
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Singin' oh Santa Rosa
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Whoa-ooh-whoa
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High and low, oooh-ooh
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Then one day sang old Craig
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I'll be free to go my way
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And be standin' by the bay at Santa Rosa
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Now one time late at night
Nicky lit no firelight
'Cause he feared the posse close behind might flush us out
But he picked a bit 'fore sleep
To the tune of "Cripple Creek"
He was murdered by a man from Santa Rosa
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He shot him whoa-ooh-whoa
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Singin' oh Santa Rosa
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Whoa-ooh-whoa
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Singin' oh Santa Rosa
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Whoa-ooh-whoa
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High and low, ooh-ooh
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'Til I come once again
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With my banjo-pickin' friend
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We'll be oh high and low in Santa Rosa
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