Santa-Fe - Studio Outtake - 1967

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