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, 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 homemade 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?