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San Francisco – Gregory Alan Isakov Travis picking C e|---------| B|-------1-| G|---0-----| D|-----2---| A|-3-------| E|---------|
CThe mist fills, Fquiet Croom. FSan CFranGcisAmco G F
Cwhat the hell was all Fthat talkinâC€™ round, Fwhere is it Cnow, Fsunny CcaliGforniAma? G F
i wake with Cyou, i Ffeel your Ccoat, Fsleep Clate GafterAmnoons G F and i hitched aClong, but Fi turned Cwrong, how you Ammoved me along, with your Emshepard songs, Feverytime you Gopened up Cto sing…
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Cthe still sun, Fnever Cmoves, Facross the Csky… Ffunny Cthing, GtimAme. sheG made yFou mineâ€?Bm?
and she’ll rob yoFmu blind. lay Cdown in Gyour new towAmn G Fmwalk the Cground. Am glass Emand houses F Gfill the Cfields.
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Cnow the moon sees FeveryCthing in this FsaniCtaGriuAmm C F can i get Cthrough, like the Fmoon gets Cthrough, Facross the Csea GtreacheAmrous. G F
and now youâ€C™ve gone, aFfter all wCe’ve known, and Fafter Call that Giâ€Am™ve been told…
caCliGforFnia’s colBmd Fm lay Cdown in yGour new toAmwn Em Fmwalk the Cground how you Ammade me weep on EmSansom St. and Fhow you made the Gweather come. C
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