歌词
Seems like ten 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 fifteen 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
He said, whoa
Singing, oh, Santa Rosa
Whoa, high and low
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, they shot him
He said, whoa
Singing, oh, Santa Rosa
Whoa, high and low
'Til I come once again
With my banjo pickin' friend
We'll be, oh, high and low
In Santa Rosa
专辑信息
1.Mr. Bojangles
2.Jessie James
3.Propinquity
4.Swanee River
5.Opus 36
6.Santa Rosa
7.Uncle Charlie
8.House at Pooh Corner
9.Uncle Charlie Interview #2/Spanish Fandango
10.Randy Lynn Rag
11.Some of Shelly's Blues
12.Prodigal's Return
13.Cure
14.Travelin' Mood
15.Livin' Without You
16.Chicken Reel
17.Clinch Mountain Backstep
18.Uncle Charlie Interview
19.Rave On
20.Yukon Railroad
21.Billy in the Low Ground