Say, Pard, have you sighted a schooner,
Way out on the Santafe Trail,
They made it here monday or sooner,
With a water keg tied to the tail.
There was Daddy and Maw on theÊÊmule seat,
And somewhere along by the way
Was a towheaded gal on a pinto,
Alongside the Santafe Trail.
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2. I seen her ride down the arroya,
ÊWay out on the Arkansas,
With a smile like an acre of sunflowers,
And a little brown quirt in her hand.
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And she rode like she carried the mail,
And her eyes, they'd set fire to the prairie,
Alongside the Santafe Trail.
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3.Ê I know a gal down by the border,
That I ride to El Paso to sight.
I'm aquainted with a heart-flyin oder,
And I sometimes kiss some gals, Good night.
But, Lord, they're all ruffles and beadin',
ÊAnd afternoon tea by the pail,
Compared to the sort of stampedin',
That I got on the Santafe Trail.
