Lyric 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 bread
To toss away.
She s in santa-fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear santa-fe
Now 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 dome
And sail away.
Don t feel bad.
No, no, no, no, don t feel bad
It s the best food i ve ever had.
Makes me feel so glad
That she s cooking in a home-made pad
She never caught a cold so bad
When i m away.

Santa-fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear santa-fe.
My shrimp boat s in the bay
I won t have my nature this way,
And i m leanin on the wheel each day
To drift away
From 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?