Santa Rosa Songtext

von The Boxmasters

Seems like ten 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 fifteen men lay dead
In a path that led us straight to Santa Rosa

Now and then old Mick would 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
Oh singing, oh Santa Rosa
Oh high and low

Then one day sang old 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 before sleep
To the tune of Cripple Creek
He was murdered by a man from Santa Rosa

And he sang
Oh singing, oh Santa Rosa
Oh singing, oh Santa Rosa
Oh high and low

Till I come once again
With my banjo picking friend
We'll be oh high and low in Santa Rosa