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Album: The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 (2009)
Artists: Dylan Bob

  1. Angelina
  2. Blind Willie McTell
  3. Call Letter Blues
  4. Catfish
  5. Eternal Circle
  6. Every Grain of Sand
  7. Farewell Angelina
  8. Foot of Pride
  9. Golden Loom
  10. Hard Times in New York Town
  11. He Was a Friend of Mine
  12. House Carpenter
  13. I Shall Be Released
  14. I'll Keep It with Mine
  15. Idiot Wind
  16. If Not for You
  17. If You Gotta Go, Go Now
  18. If You See Her, Say Hello
  19. It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry
  20. Kingsport Town
  21. Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie
  22. Let Me Die in My Footsteps
  23. Like a Rolling Stone
  24. Lord Protect My Child
  25. Mama, You Been on My Mind
  26. Man on the Street
  27. Moonshiner
  28. My Mother The War *
  29. Need a Woman
  30. No More Auction Block
  31. Nobody 'Cept You
  32. Only a Hobo
  33. Paths of Victory
  34. Quit Your Low Down Ways
  35. Rambling, Gambling Willie
  36. Santa Fe
  37. Series of Dreams


Dylan Bob
The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
Santa Fe
by Bob Dylan

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?
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