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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 |