Sante Fe chords by Jeremy Jordan

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

           Dm               G
Folks, we finally got our headline.
           Dm                 G
"Newsies Crushed as Bulls At-tack"
            Bb
Crutchie's calling me,
       C
Dumb crip's just too damn slow.
           Dm                 G
Guys are fightin', bleedin', fallin'
           Dm              G
Thanks to good ole' Capn' Jack
          G                  Am                G
Captain Jack, just wants to close his eyes and go.

Verse 1:

       G
Let me go.
     Em
Far away.
            C          D    G
Somewhere they won't never find me,
         D            B          Em
and tomorrow won't remind me of today.
         Am              Bm
And the city's finally sleepin'.
         Am         D       Bm
And the moon looks old and grey.
            Bb          Em         D
I get on a train thats bound for Santa Fe.


Verse 2:

          G
And I'm gone.
         Em
And I'm done.
            C              G
No more running. No more lying.
         D            B          Em
No more fat old man denying me my pay.
        Am      D        Bm         C               D    Bsus
Just a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day.
B            Am              D           G
Dreams come true. Yeah they do. In Santa Fe.

Bridge:

C              D       C     D        A   G
Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
C              D     C          C       G
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
G
Why should you only take what you're given?
Em                         Cm
Why should you spend your whole life
         Em
living trapped where there ain't no future.
C             Em                                    C
Even at 17. Breaking your back for someone else's sake.
         F                          F#m                   Bsus
If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?
Em                                    Bm
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between.


Verse 3:

Esus E  A            F#m
San--ta Fe, my old friend.
          D        E         A
I can't spend my whole life dreaming.
           E        C#    F#m      E        D
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do.
           Bm    E    C#
I ain't getting any younger.
        D     E         C#
And I wanna start brand new.
         Bm              D
I need space. And fresh air.
           A           E           F#m
Let them laugh in my face. I don't care.
          D              E
Save my place. I'll be there.
         C                A
Just be real is all I'm asking.
            C             A
Not some painting in my head.
            Bm               D          F#m
'Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today.
        F          Dm              F#m
I got nothing if I ain't got Santa Fe.