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They say that no man is an island
Good things come to those who wait
The things are here or there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day
The spirits they intoxicate me
I watched them infiltrate my soul
They try to say it's too late for me
Tell my guns I'm coming home
I swear, I'm gonna live forever
Tell my Maker He can wait
I'm riding somewhere south of heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Once I was promised absolution
There's only one solution for my sins
You gotta face your ghosts and know
With no illusions
That only one of you is going home again
And I blame this world for making
A good man evil
It's this world that can drive a
Good man mad
And it's this world that turns a killer
Into a hero
Well I blame this world for making
A good man bad
Now I ain't getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear, I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
(Oh, Lord have mercy)
So I save a prayer
When I need it most
To the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
And I'll sign it from a sinner with no name
When I meet my Maker will He close the book
On the hearts I broke and the lives I took
Will He walk away
'Cause my soul's, it's too late to save
Now I ain't getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear, I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
I got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
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