Santa Fe Original

Santa Fe (Original) by Bob Dylan

Sante Fe,

dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe

My woman needs it every day

She promises to let me stay

Sure hoping I'm allowed to pray

two doors away



She's in Sante Fe

dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe.

Now she's opened up and let me home,

1 She's crying 'bout ya need to roam

She'd be open up a happy home

She'd need the number of every room in Santa Fe



Sante Fe,

dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe.

Since I will never need to roam

and never, never far from home

I'll never ever ever roam



Tuscon(a) way



She's all built bad

No no, no, no don't' don't, don't feel bad

She is the worst thing I've ever had

there's no bad memory he's so glad

she's over it but they had the bad

should never make her feel so bad I went away 2



Sante Fe,

dear dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe

My own hearts in LA

If I only eminate your way

And I'm aleavin' every

day to run away



From Sante Fe,

dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe

my woman left me sitting at home

packin' a place I've known

A crime like an evil stone

She believed I'd her under a groan*

for it's unique on the final loan

And I didn't sit her on her own

every day