์ด ๋ฌธ์„œ์˜ ์›๋ณธ์€ ์™ธ๋ถ€ ์œ„ํ‚ค์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
1. ๊ฐœ์š”2. ์‹ค์‚ฌ ์˜ํ™” ๋‰ด์Šค๋ณด์ด (1992)
2.1. Santa Fe2.2. Santa Fe (Reprise)
3. ๋ฎค์ง€์ปฌ ๋‰ด์‹œ์ฆˆ (2011)
3.1. Santa Fe (Prologue)3.2. Santa Fe3.3. Santa Fe (Bonus Track)

1. ๊ฐœ์š”[ํŽธ์ง‘]

1992๋…„ ๊ฐœ๋ด‰ํ•œ ๋””์ฆˆ๋‹ˆ ๋ฎค์ง€์ปฌ ์˜ํ™” ๋‰ด์Šค๋ณด์ด์˜ ์‚ฌ์šด๋“œํŠธ๋ž™. ์•จ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฉฉ์ปจ์ด ์ž‘๊ณก, ์žญ ํŽ ๋“œ๋งŒ์ด ์ž‘์‚ฌํ•˜์˜€์œผ๋ฉฐ, ์žญ ์ผˆ๋ฆฌ ์—ญ์˜ ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šค์ฐฌ ๋ฒ ์ผ์ด ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋ €๋‹ค.

์ž‘์ค‘์—์„œ ์žญ์ด ๋ฐ์ด๋น„๋“œ์˜ ๊ฐ€์กฑ์„ ๋งŒ๋‚œ ๋’ค ๊ฐ€์กฑ์ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์— ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ์›Œํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ข‹์ง€ ์•Š์€ ํ˜„์‹ค์— ์•ˆ์ฃผํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ˆ์„ ๋ฒŒ์–ด ๊ธฐํšŒ์˜ ๋•…์ธ ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜๋กœ ๊ฐ€๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์งํ•˜๋Š” ๋…ธ๋ž˜์ด๋‹ค. ์ดํ›„ ์žญ์ด ๋ฐ์ด๋น„๋“œ๋ฅผ ์ง€ํ‚ค๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ํ“ฐ๋ฆฌ์ฒ˜์˜ ์ œ์•ˆ์„ ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์—ฌ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ์†Œ๋…„์›์œผ๋กœ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ„ ๋’ค ๋ฐ˜๋ณต(reprise)๋˜์–ด ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋“ฑ์žฅํ•œ๋‹ค.

2011๋…„ ๋‰ด์ €์ง€์—์„œ ์ดˆ์—ฐ๋˜๊ณ  2012๋…„ ๋ธŒ๋กœ๋“œ์›จ์ด๋กœ ์˜ฎ๊ฒจ๊ฐ„ ๋ฎค์ง€์ปฌ ๋‰ด์‹œ์ฆˆ์— ์‚ฝ์ž…๋˜์—ˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ ์žญ ์ผˆ๋ฆฌ ์—ญ์˜ ์ œ๋ ˆ๋ฏธ ์กฐ๋˜๊ณผ ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜ ์—ญ์˜ ์•ค๋“œ๋ฅ˜ ํ‚ค๋„Œ-๋ณผ์ €๊ฐ€ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋ €๋‹ค.

์ž‘ํ’ˆ์˜ ์‹œ์ž‘์—์„œ ์žญ์ด ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜์—๊ฒŒ ๋‰ด์š•์„ ๋– ๋‚˜ ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜๋กœ ํ–ฅํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๊ฟˆ์„ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐํ•ด์ฃผ๊ณ , ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜์˜ ๋ถˆํŽธํ•œ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋„ ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜์—์„œ๋Š” ๋ฌธ์ œ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋ฉฐ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๊ฟˆ์„ ํ‚ค์›Œ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋…ธ๋ž˜์ด๋‹ค. ์ดํ›„ ํŒŒ์—… ์ง‘ํšŒ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ œ๋กœ ํ•ด์‚ฐ๋˜๊ณ  ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜๊ฐ€ ์†Œ๋…„์›์œผ๋กœ ์žกํ˜€๊ฐ€์ž ์žญ์ด ๋‚™๋‹ดํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๊ณง ๋‰ด์š•์„ ์˜์›ํžˆ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์งํ•˜๋Š” ์žฅ๋ฉด์—์„œ ๋ฐ˜๋ณต๋˜์–ด ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋“ฑ์žฅํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋˜ํ•œ, ์ž‘๊ณก๊ฐ€ ์•จ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฉฉ์ปจ์ด ํ”ผ์•„๋…ธ ๋ฐ˜์ฃผ๋ฅผ ์น˜๊ณ  ์žญ ์ผˆ๋ฆฌ ์—ญ์˜ ์ œ๋ ˆ๋ฏธ ์กฐ๋˜์ด ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ๋ณด๋Š” ํŠธ๋ž™์ด ๋ณด๋„ˆ์Šค ํŠธ๋ž™์œผ๋กœ ์‹ค๋ ค์žˆ๋‹ค.

2. ์‹ค์‚ฌ ์˜ํ™” ๋‰ด์Šค๋ณด์ด (1992)[ํŽธ์ง‘]

๋ฐœ๋งค
๋…น์Œ
์žฅ๋ฅด
๋Ÿฌ๋‹ ํƒ€์ž„
4:18, 1:49
๋ฐœ๋งค์‚ฌ
์ž‘๊ณก๊ฐ€
์ž‘์‚ฌ๊ฐ€
์žญ ํŽ ๋“œ๋งŒ
ํ”„๋กœ๋“€์„œ
์•จ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฉฉ์ปจ, J.A.C. ๋ ˆ๋“œํฌ๋“œ, ์ผ€๋‹ˆ ์˜ค๋ฅดํ…Œ๊ฐ€

2.1. Santa Fe[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Santa Fe - Christian Bale
์›๋ฌธ
So that's what they call a family
Mother, daughter, father, son
Guess that everythin' you heard about is true
So you ain't got any family
Well who said you needed one?
Ain't you glad nobody's waiting up for you?

When I dream, on my own
I'm alone but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer, night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleepin'
And my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe

And I'm free, like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever
It's a feelin' time can never take away!
All I need's a few more dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams comes true, yes they do
In Santa Fe

Where does it say that you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where they ain't no future, even at seventeen
Breakin' your back for someone else's sake?
If the life don't seem to suit ya, how 'bout a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between

Santa Fe, are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you, would you let me come and stay?
I ain't getting any younger
And before my dyin' day
I want space! Not just air!
Let them laugh in my face, I don't care!
Save a place
I'll be there

So that's what they call a family
Ain't you glad you ain't that way?
Ain't you glad you got a dream called
Santa Fe?

2.2. Santa Fe (Reprise)[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Santa Fe (Reprise) - Christian Bale
์›๋ฌธ
Santa Fe, my old friend
I can't spend my whole life hidin'
You're the only light that's guidin' me today

Will you keep a candle burnin'?
Will you help me find my way?
You're my chance to break free
And who knows when my next one will be?
Santa Fe
Wait for me

3. ๋ฎค์ง€์ปฌ ๋‰ด์‹œ์ฆˆ (2011)[ํŽธ์ง‘]

๋ฐœ๋งค
๋…น์Œ
์žฅ๋ฅด
๋Ÿฌ๋‹ ํƒ€์ž„
3:05, 3:12
๋ฐœ๋งค์‚ฌ
์ž‘๊ณก๊ฐ€
์ž‘์‚ฌ๊ฐ€
์žญ ํŽ ๋“œ๋งŒ
ํ”„๋กœ๋“€์„œ
ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šค ๋ชฌํƒ„, ๋งˆ์ดํด ์ฝ”์‚ฌ๋ฆฐ, ํ”„๋žญํฌ ํ•„๋ฆฌํŽ˜ํ‹ฐ, ์•จ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฉฉ์ปจ

3.1. Santa Fe (Prologue)[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Santa Fe (Prologue) - Andrew Keenan-Bolger, Jeremy Jordan
Santa Fe (Prologue) - ๊ฐ•์€์ผ, ์„œ๊ฒฝ์ˆ˜
์›๋ฌธ
ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ดํŒ
[JACK, spoken]
Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man
Well they ain't doin' that to me

[CRUTCHIE, spoken]
But everyone wants to come to New York

[JACK, spoken]
You keep your small life in the big city
Give me a big life in a small town

(sung)
They say folks is dyin' to get here
Me, I'm dyin' to get away
To a little town out west
That's spankin' new

And while I ain't never been there
I can see it clear as day
If you want
I bet'cha you could see it, too

Close your eyes, come with me
Where it's clean and green and pretty
And they went and made a city outta clay

Why, the minute that ya get there
Folks'll walk right up and say
"Welcome home, son
Welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops, splittin' rails
Swappin' tales around the fire
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day

Soon your friends are more like family
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet
In Santa Fe

(spoken)
Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe
You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style!

[CRUTCHIE, spoken]
Picture me, ridin' in style

[JACK, spoken]
Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!

[JACK & CRUTCHIE]
Santa Fe, you can bet
We won't let them bastards beat us
We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square
There's a life that's worth the livin'
And I'm gonna do my share

[jack]
Work the land, chase the sun

[JACK & CRUTCHIE]
Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!

[crutchie]
Watch me stand!
Watch me run...

[JACK, spoken]
Hey, hey...

(sung)
Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down? No way
Just hold on, kid
'Til that train makes Santa Fe
[์žญ, ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ]
์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง„ ๋ง์•ผ, ์ € ๋ฐ‘์— ์ € ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ์˜ํ˜ผ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋‹ค ๋นจ์•„๋จนํ˜”์–ด
๋‚œ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์•ˆ ์‚ด ๊ฑฐ์•ผ

[ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜, ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ]
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹ค๋“ค ์ด๊ณณ์— ์˜ค๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑธ

[์žญ, ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ]
๋„Œ ํฐ ๋„์‹œ์—์„œ ์ฌ๋„๋งŒ ์ธ์ƒ ์‚ด์•„
๋‚œ ์ฌ๋„๋งŒ ๋„์‹œ์—์„œ ์ž์œ ๋กญ๊ณ  ๋ฉ‹์ง€๊ฒŒ ์‚ด๋ž€๋‹ค

(๋…ธ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋ฉฐ)
๋‹ค๋“ค ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์˜ค๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋Œ€
๋‚˜๋Š” ๋– ๋‚˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด
์ €๊ธฐ ์ € ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ
๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋ง‰ํžŒ ๋™๋„ค

ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์•ˆ ๊ฐ€๋ดค์ง€๋งŒ
๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์„ ๋ช…ํ•˜์ž–์•„
๊ฐ„์ ˆํžˆ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ฉด
๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ

๋ˆˆ๊ฐ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ ค๋ด
๋ง‘๊ณ  ๊นจ๋—ํ•œ ํ•˜๋Š˜์„
๋ถ‰๊ฒŒ ํƒ€์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ํƒœ์–‘ ๋ฉ‹์ง„ ๊ณณ

๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ธ์‚ฌํ•˜๋ฉฐ
๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ฐ˜๊ฒจ์ค„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
"์–ด์„œ ์™€์š”
์—ฌ๊ธฐ๋Š” ์˜ค, ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜!"

๋‚˜๋งŒ์˜ ์ง‘์—์„œ
์•„๋Š‘ํ•œ ๋ชจ๋‹ฅ๋ถˆ ๊ณ์—
ํž˜๋“ค ๋•Œ๋Š” ์‰ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์นจ๋Œ€๋„

์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค๊ณผ
๋งค์ผ๋งค์ผ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ด
์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ
์˜ค, ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜

(๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ)
์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜์—์„  ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ•  ๊ฑฐ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋„ ์—†์–ด
์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ง ํ•œ ๋งˆ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ™์žก์•„ ํƒ€๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์นด์šฐ๋ณด์ด ์Šคํƒ€์ผ๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด ๋ผ!

[ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜, ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ]
๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋‚˜๋„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค, ์นด์šฐ๋ณด์ด ์Šคํƒ€์ผ๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ

[์žญ, ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ]
๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์„œ ๊นจ๋—ํ•œ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๋งŒ ๋ช‡ ๋‹ฌ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋ฉด ๋„ˆ ์ด ๋ชฉ๋ฐœ๋„ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ–๋‹ค ๋ฒ„๋ ค๋„ ๋  ๊ฑธ!

[์  & ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜]
์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜, ๋„ ๊ทธ๋ ค
์šฐ๋ฆด ์ง“๋ฐŸ๋Š” ๋†ˆ ์—†๊ณ 
๋น„์ฐธํ•˜๊ณ  ์„œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ฐค๋„ ์—†์–ด
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋‹ต๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋Š” ์ธ์ƒ
๋‚˜๋„ ๋А๋ผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด

[์žญ]
๋ฐ”๋žŒ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์„œ

[์žญ & ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜]
๋ง˜๋Œ€๋กœ ์–ด๋””๋“  ๋– ๋‚˜์ž!

[ํฌ๋Ÿฌ์น˜]
๋‘ ๋ฐœ๋กœ!
๋›ธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ...

[์žญ, ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ]
์•ผ...

(๋…ธ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋ฉฐ)
์•Œ์ง€, ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๊ฐ€์กฑ์ด์•ผ
ํ˜ผ์ž๊ฐ€ ์•„๋ƒ, ์ ˆ๋Œ€
์ข€๋งŒ ๋ฒ„ํ…จ
์กฐ๊ทธ๋งŒ ๋” ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜

3.2. Santa Fe[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Santa Fe - Jeremy Jordan
Santa Fe - ์„œ๊ฒฝ์ˆ˜
์›๋ฌธ
ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ดํŒ
Folks, we finally got our headline
"Newsies Crushed as Bulls Attack"
Crutchie's calling me
Dumb crip's just too damn slow
Guys are fightin', bleedin', fallin'
Thanks to good ole' Captain Jack
Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and Go!

Let me go far away
Somewhere they won't ever find me
And tomorrow won't remind me of today
And the city's finally sleepin'
And the moon looks old and grey
I get on a train thats bound for Santa Fe

And I'm gone, and I'm done
No more running, no more lying
No more fat old man denying me my pay
Just a moon so big and yellow
It turns night right into day
Dreams come true, yeah they do
In Santa Fe

Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life living
Trapped where there ain't no future even at 17!
Breaking your back for someone else's sake!
If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between

Santa Fe, my old friend
I can't spend my whole life dreaming
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do
I ain't getting any younger
And I wanna start brand new

I need space and fresh air
Let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care
Save my place
I'll be there

Just be real is all I'm asking
Not some painting in my head
Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today
I got nothing if I ain't got Santa Fe
์˜ค๋Š˜ ์‹ ๋ฌธ์— ๋‚  ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋Š”
"์‹ ๋ฌธํŒ”์ด ๋Œ€ ์ฐธํŒจ"
๋Œ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋˜ ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๋ณด์—ฌ
ํ”ผํ˜๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ์กŒ์ง€
๋‹ค ๋„ˆ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์•ผ, ์žญ
๋ฐ”๋ณด์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์–ด!

๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜๋งŒ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด
๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ
์•„ํ”ˆ ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋“ค์„ ์žŠ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ
ํ•˜์–—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋žœ ๋‹ฌ๋น› ์†
๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ์ž ์ด ๋“ค ๋•Œ
๊ธฐ์ฐจ ํƒ€๊ณ  ์—ฌ๊ธธ ๋– ๋‚˜ ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜

๋‹ค ์žŠ๊ณ  ๊ฐˆ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
์ผํ•œ ๋งŒํผ ๋ˆ๋„ ๋ฐ›๊ณ 
๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌํ„ฐ์ง„ ๋ฐœ๋กœ ๋›ธ ํ•„์š” ์—†์–ด
๋‹ฌ๋น›๋งˆ์ € ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜๊ณ 
๊ณ ํ†ต์€ ์—†์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
๊ฐ„์ ˆํžˆ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋„ค
์˜ค, ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜

์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๋‹ค ์ฃฝ์„ ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†์–ด
๋‚ด๊ฒŒ๋„ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•  ๊ธฐํšŒ๋ฅผ ์ค˜
์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ํ˜„์‹ค์— ๋งค๋‹ฌ๋ฆด๊นŒ
์กฐ๊ทธ๋งŒ ์ฒ ์ฐฝ ์•ˆ์— ๊ฐ‡ํ˜€
๊ฐœ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์‚ด์•„์™”์–ด ๋“ฑ๊ณจ์ด ํœ˜๋„๋ก!
๋”ด ๋†ˆ๋“ค ๋ฐฐ๋งŒ ๋ถˆ๋ ค์ฃผ๋ฉด์„œ!
๋ฏธ์นœ๋†ˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๋„ ์•ž๋‚ ์ด ์•ˆ๋ณด์—ฌ
๋ฐœ๋ฒ„๋‘ฅ ์น˜๋ฉฐ ์‚ด๊ธด ์‹ซ์–ด ์ด์   ๋” ์ด์ƒ

์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜, ๋„ ์›ํ•ด
๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด
์†์— ์žกํž ๋“ฏ ๋„Œ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑธ
์ž‘๊ณ  ์ดˆ๋ผํ•œ ๋‚ด ์ธ์ƒ
๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€๋ฐ

์ˆจ๋ง‰ํ˜€, ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ด
์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋‚  ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์š•ํ•ด๋„
์–ธ์  ๊ฐ„
๊ฐˆ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ

๋ถ€๋”” ๊ฑฐ์ง“์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ธธ
๊ฟˆ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ž˜
์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ˆ ๋ผ, ๋‚œ ๋„ˆ๋งˆ์ € ์—†์œผ๋ฉด
๋‚ด๊ฒ ๋„ˆ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋ฟ์ด์•ผ ์‚ฐํƒ€ํŽ˜

3.3. Santa Fe (Bonus Track)[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Santa Fe - Jeremy Jordan, Alan Menken
์›๋ฌธ
They say folks is dyin' to get here
Me, I'm dyin' to get away
To a little town out west
That's spankin' new

And while I ain't never been there
I can see it clear as day
If you want
I bet'cha you could see it, too

Close your eyes, come with me
Where it's clean and green and pretty
And they went and made a city outta clay

Why, the minute that ya get there
Folks'll walk right up and say
"Welcome home, son
Welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops, splittin' rails
Swappin' tales around the fire
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day

Soon your friends are more like family
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet
In Santa Fe

Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down? No way
Just hold on, kid
'Til that train makes Santa Fe