Santa-Fe

Santa Fe Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe My woman needs it every day 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?