Bob Dylan - Santa Fé lyrics
[Bob Dylan - Santa Fé lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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?