The Boxmasters - Santa Rosa lyrics

It seems like ten years ago Though today my mind is slow Me and Mickey Craig were running west from Idaho Robbed a bank to get some bread Seems like fifteen men lay dead In a path that led us straight to Santa Rosa Now and then old Mick would say Boy, at home you should of 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 Oh, singing, oh, Santa Rosa Oh, high and low Then one day sang old Craig I'll be free to go my way And be standing by the bay at Santa Rosa Now one time, late at night Mickey lit no fire light 'Cause he feared the posse close behind might flush us out But he picked a bit before sleep To the tune of Cripple Creek He was murdered by a man from Santa Rosa He shot him Singing, oh Santa Rosa Oh, singing, oh Santa Rosa Oh, high and low Till I come once again With my banjo picking friend We'll be, oh, high and low in Santa Rosa