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[Verse]
ASold my new pair of shoes down the river for F#mgold AKnock, knock, knock at the door but Misters’ not F#mhome DOut in the desert my lady left years Aago DShe took all my money and spent it on flesh and Abone.
AWalk on down to the store for a fresh pack of F#msmokes AI hear them laughing, snickering, telling their F#mjokes DI couldn’t care less about whatever it is you Asay DDon’t need to whisper when you talk cause I can hear you from a mile aAway.
[Chorus]
BmI’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco toAday E BmI’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco to sAtay. E
[Verse]
AThere’s’ a man underground, says he’s selling F#mhope AI tried to dig on down, and all I found was a F#mhole DIt feels like this when you cant get where you gotta Ago Go on Dspin those wheels Sonny, we know your backs’ Abroke.
[Chorus]
BmI’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco toAday E BmI’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco to sAtay. E It's all I Aknow