guitar w/snare drum:
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^ doubled w/bass
repeat 8X w/narration:
guitar:
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(Spoken:)
This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San
Francisco
Who may not know it, but they are beautiful – and so is their city
This is a very personal song, so if the viewer cannot understand it –
particularly those of you who are European residents – save up
all your bread and fly Trans-Love Airways to San Francisco, USA
Then maybe you’ll understand the song
It will be worth it – if not for the sake of this song
But for the sake of your own peace of mind
bass:
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(mind)
C Em/B Am G
Verse 1:
C Em/B Am G
Strobe light’s beam creates dreams
C Em/B Am G
Walls move minds do too
D F C
On a warm San Franciscan night
C Dm F C
Old child, young child, feel all right
D F C
On a warm San Franciscan night
Verse 2:
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley-Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angels, young angels feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Bridge:
Fm
I wasn’t born there
Em
Perhaps I’ll die there
F G F D B G [N.С.]
There’s noplace left to go
San Francisco…
Instrumental break:
guitar 1 [chords implied]:
C Em/B
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D F C
C D F C
Dm F C
(note that the D and Dm are swapped from the verse)
Verse 3:
Cop’s face is filled with haight
Heavens above, he’s on a street called Love
When will they ever learn
Old cop, young cop feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan Night
Bridge 2:
The children are cool
They don’t raise fools
It’s an American dream
Includes Indians, too
