The Santa Fe Trail (Live)

The Santa Fe Trail (Live) - Peter Bellamy

Tell me friend have you sighted a schooner

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

And it may got here Monday or sooner

Had a water keg tied to the tail

There was a Pa and a Ma on the mule-seat

But some where's along by the way

Was a tow-headed gal on a pinto

Just a-jangling for old Santa Fe

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Just a-jangling for old Santa Fe

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Just a-jangling for old Santa Fe

But I see them come down the arroyo

As we crossed on them Arkansas sand

She had smiles like acres of sunflowers

Held a quirt in her little brown hand

And she mounted her pinto so airy

And she rode like she carried the mail

And her eyes near set fire to the prairie

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Well I once knew a gal on the border

Who I'd ride to El Paso to sight;

I have danced in some high-stepping order

And I've sometimes kissed some girls goodnight;

Lord they're all ruffles and beading

And they drink fancy tea by the pail

I'm not used to that kind of stampeding

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Well I don't know her name on the prairie

When you are hunting one girl it's so wide

And it's shorter from hell to Hilary

Than it is on that Santa Fe ride

But I'll try and reach Plummers by sundown

Where a camp can be made on the swale

Then I'll come on that gal with her pinto

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Yo-ho Yo-ho

Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail