Bob Dylan — Santa Fé

[Verse 1] Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My woman needs it everyday She promised this a-lad she’d stay She’s rolling up a lotta bread to toss away [Verse 2] She’s in Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe Now she’s opened up an old maid’s home She’s proud, but she needs to roam She’s gonna write herself a roadside poem about Santa Fe [Verse 3] Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe Since I’m never gonna cease to roam I’m never, ever far from home But I’ll build a geodesic dome and sail away [Verse 4] Don’t feel bad, no, no, no, no, don’t feel bad It’s the best food I’ve ever had Makes me feel so glad That she’s cooking in a homemade pad She never caught a cold so bad when I’m away [Verse 4] Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My shrimp boat’s in the bay I won’t have my nature this way And I’m leaning on the wheel each day to drift away from [Verse 5] Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My sister looks good at home She’s licking on an ice cream cone She’s packin’ her big white comb What does it weigh?