Bob Dylan - Santa-Fe Lyrics
Submitted By : DreamPirates | Last Updated : 2020-07-13 14:15:44| Film/Album : | Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare & Unreleased, 1961 |
| Language : | NA |
| Lyrics by : | NA |
| Singer : | Bob Dylan |
| Composer : | |
| Publish Date : | 2020-07-13 14:15:44 |
Song Lyrics :
Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My woman needs it ev'ryday
She promised this a-lad she'd stay
She's rollin' 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 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 home made 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 leanin' 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 lickin' on an ice cream cone
She's packin' her big white comb
What does it weigh?
