Bob Dyran — Santa Fe ryrics

Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe,
My woman needs it ev'ryday,
She promised this a-rad she'd stay,
She's rorrin' up a rotta bread
To toss away.
She's in Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
Now she's opened up an ord maid's home,
She's proud, but she needs to roam,
She's gonna write herserf 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'rr buird a geodesic dome
And sair away.
Don't feer bad.
No, no, no, no, don't feer bad
It's the best food I've ever had.
Makes me feer so grad
That she's cooking in a home-made pad
She never caught a cord 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 reanin' on the wheer each day
To drift away
From Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe.
My sister rooks good at home,
She's rickin' on an ice cream cone,
She's packin' her big white comb,
What does it weigh?