Damascus Road Bluegrass - Santa Rosa Lyrics

Seems like 10 years ago
Lord today my mind is slow
Me and Mickey Craig was 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' Mickey'd say
Boy at home you should have 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-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 in Santa Rosa

Then one time late at night
Mickey lit no fire light
'Cause he feared a posse close behind might flush us out
But we'd picked before we'd sleep
To the tune of Cripple Creek
He was murdered by a man from Santa Rosa
They shot him

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

Singing 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