Lyrics:
(San Francisco), he he he he hey
(You've got me), 'got me got me, baby
(Folsom), Folsom Street on the way to (Polk and Castro)
(You don't find them
real
San Francisco, I say
You make me feel mighty real
Sylvester sister you're an angel walking among us
On the face of this earth
You were so
the city's arteries
And prompted generosity from London and the Carnegies
Forest fires foster firs despite their blackened branches
Just as San Francisco rose
Hello, San Francisco
Oh, we finally got a chance to meet
Hello, hello San Francisco
Wo, we finally got a chance to meet
I knew someday
That I would
of the night
Inhibitions, no, you don't need them, no, no, no
San Francisco... city by the bay yeah... hey hey hey...
You've got me... ahw ahw... take me
of a peer
Watching the sun descend beyond San Francisco and disappear
Aye
Live in the Mission District
Work in North Beach
Get there via bicycle, BART,
the city
Not from the town
Separate but linked up
Like the black and the brown
The streets of San Francisco
Where I get down
Excelsior district
Ground
asked me where I’m from and I said it’s a long story
I said I haven’t lived in San Francisco that long, I lived in Oakland before
I said I’d rather not
our city
And if you never lived here you will never understand
San Francisco, it's our home, it’s our city
Late night laughs in your dark familiar pub
The last thing
He remembered
Before dying
Was a foggy night
Decades ago
In San Francisco's
Red Light District
He'd lit a cigarette
Turned his collar
tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I take the streetcars around San Francisco
Get winks from the pretty boys down in The Castro
Through
California raised
In the California state
With the many faces in many places
Sacramento
San Francisco, San Diego
Los Angeles, to live n die in LA
East side
Alcatraz
It's too cold in San Francisco Bay"
You just turned and watched the buildings pass by
And said, "I wouldn't have him any other way"
I can't
the kitchen.
Words sweet like caramel when it's drizzlin
I'm from San Francisco but I'm down with the town bidness
So... when you ask where you at
I just point
definitive junk
Brain rape train bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT!
LYRICS BORN:
Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco
And everybody sandwiched in,
(Cruisin' the street)
I swear even cowboys like to strut too (Cruisin' the street)
Oh, at the capital San Francisco, we're out there (Cruisin' the street)
das un beso
Mi barrio es San Francisco
Y podrás ver
Que me importa
Una puta mierda
El progreso
No sé, no sé por qué ni como
No sé por que
No sé por qué
1964
I'd be lighting up a cigarette backstage at Newport
And then I'd be picking bluegrass tunes with Jerry on the San Francisco Shore
If I was there in
soy norteño de trqdicion
duranguense de corazon
fue bautizado en el mundo
la tierra del cine
dolores y lo revuelta
la han hecho brillar
ricardo castro
nell'abisso con lo sguardo fisso
Mi ubriaco e sgatto a testa in giù sul crocifisso
Sono l'anticristo, con i soldi della chiesa
Mi trasferisco a San Francisco
Joey got on a plane for San Francisco
Just one of the things we said we'd do
It's not everyday you call and they go
It's not every day they say they
Tratado de Tordesillas
Viene Hernán Cortés, Tenochtitlán cae en tribuna
Cuando vence a los Aztecas y a su Líder, Moctezuma
Francisco Pizarro saca los Incas
impossible heights
San Francisco earthquakes tested us all the best designs
Earthquake proof is one thing, but flying human bombs
Crashing crumbling smoking
your name, the one you use in "The Castro", down in San Francisco bay.
Oh well, there's something going wrong around here,
Oh well, there's something'
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