Santa Rosa Lyrics - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

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 

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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 

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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