C Em Am G
C Em Am G
Strobe lights beam creates dreams
C Em 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 alright
D F C
on a warm San Franciscan night
C Em Am G
Angels sing leather wings
C Em Am G
jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too
D F C
on a warm San Franciscan night
C Dm F C
old angels young angels feel alright
D F C
on a warm San Franciscan night
Fm Em
I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
F G (G F G)
there's no place left to go, San Francisco.
C Em Am G 2x
D F C G
C Dm F C
D F C
C Em Am G
Cop's face is filled with hate
C Em Am G
heavens above he's on a street called love
D F C
when will they ever learn?
C Dm F C
old cop young cop feel alright
D F C
on a warm San Franciscan night
Fm
the children are cool
Em
they don't raise fools
F
it's an American dream
G
includes Indians too
C Em Am G 2x
D F C G . . .
