Santa Fé
 作词 : Bob Dylan
 作曲 : 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, 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