San Franciscan Nights v2

Capo I

 

Strobe lights beam creates dreams

walls move minds do too

on a warm San Franciscan night

old child young child feel alright

on a warm San Franciscan night

 

Angels sing leather wings

jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too

on a warm San Franciscan night

old angels young angels feel alright

on a warm San Franciscan night

 

I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there

there's no place left to go, San Francisco.

 

 

 

 

 

Cop's face is filled with hate

heavens above he's on a street called love

when will they ever learn?

old cop young cop feel alright

on a warm San Franciscan night

 

the children are cool

they don't raise fools

it's an American dream

includes Indians too