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		The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 (1991) Hard Times in New York Town \| He Was a Friend of Mine \| Man on the Street \| No More Auction Block \| House Carpenter \| Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues \| Let Me Die in My Footsteps \| Rambling, Gambling Willie \| Talkin Hava Negeilah Blues \| Quit Your Low Down Ways \| Worried Blues \| Kingsport Town \| Walkin' Down the Line \| Walls of Red Wing \| Paths of Victory \| Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues \| Who Killed Davey Moore? \| Only a Hobo \| Moonshiner \| When the Ship Comes In \| The Times They Are A-Changin' \| Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie \| Seven Curses \| Eternal Circle \| Suze (The Cough Song) \| Mama, You Been on My Mind \| Farewell Angelina \| Subterranean Homesick Blues \| If You Gotta Go, Go Now \| Sitting on a Barbed-Wire Fence \| Like a Rolling Stone \| It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry \| I'll Keep It with Mine \| She's Your Lover Now \| I Shall Be Released \| Santa Fe \| If Not for You \| Wallflower \| Nobody 'Cept You \| Tangled Up in Blue \| Call Letter Blues \| Idiot Wind \| If You See Her, Say Hello \| Golden Loom \| Catfish \| Seven Days \| Ye Shall Be Changed \| Every Grain of Sand \| You Changed My Life \| Need a Woman \| Angelina \| Someone's Got a Hold of My Heart \| Tell Me \| Lord Protect My Child \| Foot of Pride \| Blind Willie McTell \| When the Night Comes Falling from the Sky \| Series of Dreams

Santa Fe		Santa Fe

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, querida, querida, querida, querida, querida Santa Fe, mi mujer la necesita cada día ella prometió que era la tierra en la que hubiera permanecido, ella está amasando mucho pan para marcharse lejos. Ella está en Santa Fe, querida, querida, querida, querida, querida Santa Fe ahora ha abierto una casa de solteronas, está orgullosa, pero necesita vagabundear, va a escribirte un poema de carretera sobre 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, querida, querida, querida, querida Santa Fe, Nunca voy a dejar de vagar nunca, siempre lejos de casa pero construiré una cúpula geodésica y navegaré lejos. No te sientas mal. No, no, no, no, no te sientas mal es la mayor comida que nunca haya tenido. me hace sentirme tan contento que ella esté cocinando en esa casa ella nunca se enfrió tanto como cuando yo estoy lejos.

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?		Santa Fe, querida, querida, querida, querida, querida Santa Fe, Mi barca de camarones en la bahía no quiero tener mi naturaleza de este modo y me estoy apoyando en el timón cada día para llevarme lejos de Santa Fe, querida, querida, querida, querida, querida Santa Fe, mi hermana parece bien en casa lamiendo el cucurucho de helado empaquetando su gran peine blanco ¿Qué es lo que le pesa?

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