Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Robbie Robertson
Guitar
Levon Helm
Drums
Richard Manuel
Piano
Garth Hudson
Organ
Rick Danko
Bass
Chris Austopchuk
Conductor
Nicky Lindeman
Conductor
Rick Chertoff
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Rosen
Producer
Diane Lapson
Assistant Producer
Debbie Sweeney
Assistant Producer
Vickie Mathis
Assistant Producer
Margarita Miller
Assistant Producer
Irene Provisiero
Assistant Producer
Kathi Kathi
Assistant Producer
Sam Sam
Assistant Producer
Lauren Oliver
Assistant Producer
Mark Wilder
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My woman needs it everyday
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 empty home
She's proud, but she needs to roam
She warping up a happy home
She's dreaming of a happy home
In Santa-Fe
Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
Since I'ma never cease to roam
I'm never, ever far from home
I'll never, ever, ever roam to sail away
Jeez don't feel bad
No, no, no, no, no, no don't feel bad
She's the worst cheat I'd ever had
She's the bad in a decent plan
She's over, 'bout to head to bed
She never, never feel so bad
When I'm away
Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My old heart's in L.A.
I won't have my nature way
And I'm learnin' every day to run away
From Santa-Fe
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
My woman never send any home
Head back and I'm the least unknown
He grab her like he needed a stone
She leave a bag under her throne
What you need? Gonna find a loan
And I'm here to send her on her own every day
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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