Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Santa Fe
BOB DYLAN - Santa Fe слова песни
Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Santa Fe
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 breadTo toss away.She's in Santa-Fe,( )Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-FeNow 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 domeAnd sail away.Don't feel bad.No, no, no, no, don't feel badIt's the best food I've ever had.Makes me feel so gladThat she's cooking in a home-made padShe never caught a cold so badWhen I'm away.Santa-Fe,Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe.My shrimp boat's in the bayI won't have my nature this way,And I'm leanin' on the wheel each dayTo drift awayFrom 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?