Текст (слова) песни: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Santa Rosa
Seems like 10 years ago Though today my mind is slow Me and Mickey Craig were running west from Idaho Robbed a bank to get some bread Seems like 15 men lay dead In a path that led us straight to Santa Rosa
Now and then ol` Mick`d say Boy at home you should of stayed Than to follow me and learn the life of looking back But he`d spit and slap his side Just to see if he`s alive Then he`d sing his banjo song of Santa Rosa
He said whoa-oh, singing oh Santa Rosa Whoa-oh, high and low-oh-oo Then one day, sang ol` Craig, I`ll be free to go my way And be standing by the bay at Santa Rosa
Now one time late at night Mickey lit no fire light 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
And he sang whoa-oh, singing oh Santa Rosa whoa-oh, singing oh Santa Rosa whoa-oh, high and low-o-o Til I come once again with my banjo pickin` friend We`ll be oh high and low in Santa Rosa
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