Zach Bryan just dropped his sixth studio album With Heaven On Top today, January 9, 2026, via Belting Bronco Records and Warner, and Santa Fe is one of those tracks that cuts straight through the noise with that weary, road-worn honesty he’s built his name on.
Santa Fe sits at track seven in the 25-song sprawl, written and produced by Zach himself in Tulsa sessions that carried over from last year. It’s got the sparse acoustic feel that defines so much of his work—gentle strumming, a touch of reverb on the vocals, and space for the words to breathe. The song paints this picture of escape to a place like Santa Fe, New Mexico, where the wide sky might swallow you up and no one knows your name. There’s frustration bubbling under it: weariness from the grind, friends who’ve been pushed away, a grandma’s call home that grounds the chaos. The chorus repeats like a desperate plea—call your mother, tell her you’re alone under that endless sky, hoping to find your way back, but home feels broken, hopeless, drunk, and dirty on some desert road. It’s raw reflection on fame’s toll, the pull of solitude, and how running doesn’t always fix what’s inside.
Zach teased Santa Fe snippets as far back as early 2025, and it popped up in live sets and social clips, building real anticipation. Fans could pre-save the album on Spotify for updates and the full tracklist, which mixes familiar titles like Plastic Cigarette and Bad News with new ones like Runny Eggs and Drowning. The rollout felt personal—Zach shared it with a simple “hope you don’t hate it” vibe, and he’s already prepped an acoustic version dropping in a few days to counter any production gripes. An acoustic take of Santa Fe will probably hit even harder in its stripped form.
This album marks a big moment for Zach after a quieter 2025 where he focused on sobriety, mental health, and personal life changes amid all the headlines. Coming off The Great American Bar Scene, he’s leaning into that same folk-country heart—introspective, unpolished, road-weary—but with a bigger canvas. With Heaven On Top feels like his most expansive statement yet, and Santa Fe captures the exhaustion and quiet defiance at its core.
Dive into the Santa Fe lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other With Heaven On Top tracks for more of Zach Bryan’s open-road soul.
| Lead Vocals | Zach Bryan |
| Songwriter | Zach Bryan |
| Music Producer | Zach Bryan |
| Background Vocals | Gabe Wax, Heaven Schmitt, Keenan O’Meara & Lucas Ruge-Jones |
| Mixing Engineer | Jacquire King |
| Mastering Engineer | Pete Lyman |
| Label | Warner Records |
| Release Date | January 9, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Belting Bronco Records & Warner Records |
Lyrics of Santa Fe by Zach Bryan
[Intro]
Call Up Your Mother, Tell Her That You’re All Alone
With Some Sky Out By Santa Fe, New Mexico
Think I’m Going To Santa Fe, The Type Of Place You’ll Know My Name
My Grandma Called Just Yesterday To Say She Loves The Manor I Was Raised
Grown So Weary Of All Of This And Every Day Is A Precipice
It Pissed Me Off And Pissed On All The Friends I Ever Made
Call Up Your Mother, Tell Her That You’re All Alone
With Some Sky Out By Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hoping, Broken, You Can Find Yourself Back Home
Home Is Broken, Drunk And Dirty On A Desert Road [Verse 2]
Well, I’ve Been To Santa Fe Before, Drank A Million Beers At The Matador
Sleep In Your Jeans In The Back Of Your Camper ’cause That’s All You Got To Your Name
Think I’m Going To Santa Fe, The Type Of Place You’ll Know My Name
Never Talk To No One Again And Never Sing Another Song [Chorus]
Call Up Your Mother, Tell Her That You’re All Alone
With Some Sky Out By Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hoping, Broken, You Can Find Yourself Back Home
Home Is Hopeless, Drunk And Dirty On A Desert Road
Call Up Your Mother, Tell Her That You’re All Alone
With Some Sky Out By Santa Fe, New Mexico
Hoping, Broken, You Can Find Yourself Back Home
Home Is Hopeless, Drunk And Dirty On A Desert Road
[Outro]
Think I’m Going To Santa Fe, The Type Of Place You’ll Know My Name
Pissed Me Off And Pissed On All The Friends I Ever Made
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