Santa‐Fe Songtext
von Bob Dylan & The Band

Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My woman needs it everyday
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 empty home
She′s proud, but she needs to roam
She warping up a happy home
She′s dreaming of a happy home
In Santa-Fe

Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
Since I'ma never cease to roam
I′m never, ever far from home
I'll never, ever, ever roam to sail away


Jeez don′t feel bad
No, no, no, no, no, no don't feel bad
She′s the worst cheat I'd ever had
She's the bad in a decent plan
She′s over, ′bout to head to bed
She never, never feel so bad
When I'm away

Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My old heart′s in L.A.
I won't have my nature way
And I′m learnin' every day to run away

From Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My woman never send any home
Head back and I′m the least unknown
He grab her like he needed a stone
She leave a bag under her throne
What you need? Gonna find a loan
And I'm here to send her on her own every day