It's just a little village
Little north of Albuquerque,
little south of Santa Fe,
Where the jets from California
leave their trails in the sky,
Born to stay in Gal isteo
Cause in my little brown adobe
Where the coyotes chase the rabbits
I'm as happy as a boot owl
when the cool breezes blow
where my cottonwoods grow
A little glass of wine with a buddy of mine
when the shadows grow long
That's good enough for me
In my favorite little village
A little north of Albuquerque,
a little south of Santa Fe
Where the jets from California
leave their trails up above
I'm gonna stay in Galistea
with the folks that I love
I wave when the chief goes by.
And though it's just a train,
why a tear comes to my eye.
Unless it's cause I'm thankful
that I'm living each day,
A little north of Albuquerque,
a little south of Santa Fe,
Where the jets from California
leave their trails up above
I want to stay in Galistea
with the folks that I love
where the road runners run
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