William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
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
But I must leave, I must leave
Yeah I'm headed north tonight
If I can, if I can, 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, if I can, if I can
Get there from here
I'll send some money home
And I'll be back again next year
If I can, hope I can, hope 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, outrun the dogs
Defy the laws of man
If I can, if I can, if I can
Get there from here
I'll send some money home
And I'll be back again next year
If I can, hope I can, hope I can
Get there from here
I've seen darkness in my time
But the sun's gonna shine
I've seen darkness in my time
But the sun's gonna shine
Get There From Here was written by William Elliott Whitmore.