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?