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Bob Dylan( Robert Allen Zimmerman )
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Santa-Fe
Lyrics:Bob Dylan Music:Bob Dylan
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. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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?
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