San Francisco

Go if you want to go

But I won't follow

Just so you know

Leave if you need to leave

But I won't be here

I wont be here when you come home

I'm gonna to move to San Francisco

Look up some old friends

I'm gonna get me a navy pea coat

And an old Mercedes Benz

This old town it keeps shrinking

There's too many people in my junk

I'm gonna do a lot of drinking

Cause it don't hurt when I'm drunk

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I'm gonna rent me an old Victorian

Down in the Lower Haight

I'm gonna find me an old accordion

Play for the tourists on the golden gate

I'm gonna plant a garden

Paint my bathroom blue

I'm gonna try real hard

To get over you

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Here in the city life doesn't move so slow

There's plenty of good people I know

Up in north beach they drink spicy Italian liqueur

Down on market there's a lot of hobos and the hustlers

Down in Hayes Valley, there's a lot of real good restaurants

Deep in the tenderloin you can get anything you want

Over in the mission it's always a sunny day

It's a real good baseball town but my team is across the bay