Get There From Here - William Elliott Whitmore

There’s a place, there’s a place

just up north a ways

where anyone can find some work

and earn a decent pay

All my life, all my life

I’ve tried to make it right

I must leave, I must leave

I’m headed north tonight

If I can get there from here

I’ll send some money home

and I’ll be back again next year

The desert wind, the desert wind

it cuts into my skin

the full moon and the bonfire flame

both know me by name

La Santa Muerte, La Santa Muerte

bless our weary way

give our legs the strength to walk

gotta make it to Santa Fe

If I can get there from here

there’s darkness in my eyes

but the sun’s about to rise

In this place, in this place

I have a stranger’s face

they don’t understand they don’t recognize

can’t see the world through my eyes

to provide for my little ones

I’ll do anything I can

jump the fence out run the dogs

defy the laws of man

If I can get there from here

I’ve seen darkness in my time but the sun’s gonna shine