The Way to Santa Fe Phil Pritchett
INTRO:
[E] [C#m] [A] [B] [E]
[E] [C#m] [A] [B] [E]
VERSE 1:
[E]I hate the taste of [C#m]salt
That [A]I have [B]in my mo[E]uth
[E]And I have cursed the [C#m]heat
Too m[A]any tim[B]es to co[E]unt
[E]My mind has turned as [C#m]flaky
As the s[A]kin up[B]on my n[E]ose
[E]No more seeking r[C#m]efuge
From this l[A]eaky g[B]arden h[E]ose
PRE-CHORUS/CHORUS:
So g[B]et to the closet, darlin
Where a[A]ll your coats are h[E]ung
We're go[B]nna go get a little
Mountain a[A]ir in our lu[E]ngs
[A]We can make the border
[E]Before the break of day
[A]Do you know the w[B]ay to Santa [E]Fe[C#m] [A] [B] [E]
[E] [C#m] [A] [B] [E]
VERSE 2:
This car runs a little rough
Yeah, but she'll be alright
'Cuz this won't be the first time
She's had to run all night
We'll eat our meals on the dashboard
And we'll sleep in some hotels
After all, that turquoise
Always suited you so well
Let this highway take us
Wherever it may lead
The waterdrops on the hood
Look like rosary beads
We will find ouR own redemption
Somewhere along the way
A B (pause)
Do you know the way to Santa Fe
JAM:
[E] [B] [A] [A] [B] [E]
[E] [B] [A] [A] [B] [E]
[E] [B] [A] [A] [B] [E]
[E] [B] [A]
[E] [C#m] [A] [B] [E]
[E] [C#m] [A] [B] [E]
VERSE 3:
I'll call in sick to work
You can call in sick to school
We're goin' in search of vacancy signs
Over luke warm swimming pools
We'll take our chances lightly
We'll make common things make sense
Once I smell that desert air
Through my air conditioning vents
Just leave the phone machine on
Just let the milk go bad
We'll laugh at the carpet on the walls
And the lumpy matress pad
Who says that you can't go to bed
In the middle of the day
Do you know the way to Santa Fe
(Thanks to rschend@hotmail.com for tabs)
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