Misc Musicals – Newsies - Sante Fe (Guitar)

           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.

       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.

          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.

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.

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.