Текст песни Bob Dylan - Santa Fe, слова песни Bob Dylan

Текст песни Bob Dylan - Santa Fe

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Santa-fe,Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear santa-fe,My woman needs it evryday,She promised this a-lad shed stay,Shes rollin up a lotta breadTo toss away.Shes in santa-fe,Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear santa-feNow shes opened up an old maids home,Shes proud, but she needs to roam,Shes gonna write herself a roadside poem,About santa-fe.Santa-fe,Dear, dear, dear, dear santa-fe.Since Im never gonna cease to roam,Im never, ever far from home,But Ill build a geodesic domeAnd sail away.Dont feel bad.No, no, no, no, dont feel badIts the best food Ive ever had.Makes me feel so gladThat shes cooking in a home-made padShe never caught a cold so badWhen Im away.Santa-fe,Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear santa-fe.My shrimp boats in the bayI wont have my nature this way,And Im leanin on the wheel each dayTo drift awayFrom santa-fe,Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear santa-fe.My sister looks good at home,Shes lickin on an ice cream cone,Shes packin her big white comb,What does it weigh?

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Santa Fe

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