Santa-Fe
Bob DylanVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
Santa Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
My woman kneels every day
She promises to let me stay
She's ropin' up a knot to pray to light the way
She's in..
Santa Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
Now she'll open up to let me home
she crys but she needs to roam
She's warpin up a happy home
She thinks every day will be warm in Santa Fe
Santa Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
Dishonor never needs to roam
And never never far from home
I'll never ever ever roam to sail away
She's all feel bad
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no don't feel bad
She's the worst thing he's ever had
And the mad man, he's so glad
His older brother had it bad
His aunt made me feel so bad I went away
Santa Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
My home hearts in L.A.
I won't have a day to wait
And I'm planning every day to run away
>From the Santa Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
My woman's never sittin' at home
She's packin' a valise unknown
She crying like I need been stone
She leavin that under and roam
But she ain't gonna find her room
and the tears send her on her own every day.
Right chords, wrong words.
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Readable chord sheet for Santa-Fe by Bob Dylan
[A] S[A]anta Fe D[D]ear, dear, dea[E7]r, dear, dear Santa Fe [A] M[D]y woman kneels every[A] day S[D]he promises to let m[A]e stay S[D]he's ropin' up a knot[A] to pray to light t[E]he way S[E]he's in.. Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe Now she'll open up to let me home she crys but she needs to roam She's warpin up a happy home She thinks every day will be warm in Santa Fe Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe Dishonor never needs to roam And never never far from home I'll never ever ever roam to sail away She's all feel bad Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no don't feel bad She's the worst thing he's ever had And the mad man, he's so glad His older brother had it bad His aunt made me feel so bad I went away Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My home hearts in L.A. I won't have a day to wait And I'm planning every day to run away >From the Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My woman's never sittin' at home She's packin' a valise unknown She crying like I need been stone She leavin that under and roam But she ain't gonna find her room and the tears send her on her own every day. [A] Right chords, wrong words.