Poquita Fe

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