Dylan bob - Santa fe

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    Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 23:35:33 -0500 (EST)
    From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" 
    Subject: bob dylan:  Santa Fe crd
    
    Santa Fe, off the bootleg series #2
    
    
    Intro: A
    
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    Santa Fe
    
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    Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
    
       D                  A
    My woman kneels every day
    
        D                  A
    She promises to let me stay
    
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    She's ropin' up a knot to pray to light the way
       
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    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.
    
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    Right chords, wrong words.

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