San Francisco Black and Blue
I'm gonna live in a small town
I'm gonna have a pretty girl
I'm gonna work at the local bar
And not travel away too far
I'll have a two-bedroom house with a swing in back and two little kids
Jasmine and Jack
Well, the whispering wind will cut through the night
When I remember you
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
Well, in my town they'll have a dance hall
And have parades on the 4th of July, yeah, yeah
They'll be music made every night of the week
And a Sunday mornin' fish fry, yeah, yeah
I'll find love every day in my lady's eyes
And find delight in the way that she moves, hey yeah, oo yeah
Well, I'll walk on the fields and I'll sleep in the trees
But I'll always be thinkin' of you
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
You are a bitter mistress
And an ugly reminder
That the gutter is deep
In the back of your mind
Oh yeah, oh yeah, now now, mama now
I'm gonna live in a small town
I'm gonna have a pretty girl, yeah, yeah
I'm gonna work at the local bar
And not travel away too far, no, no no
Well, I'll live free like emancipated men
Emancipated men, yeah
Well, I'll know just where I am, it's just where I
Yeah, it's where am, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, oooh, black and blue
San Francisco
I'm gonna have a pretty girl
I'm gonna work at the local bar
And not travel away too far
I'll have a two-bedroom house with a swing in back and two little kids
Jasmine and Jack
Well, the whispering wind will cut through the night
When I remember you
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
Well, in my town they'll have a dance hall
And have parades on the 4th of July, yeah, yeah
They'll be music made every night of the week
And a Sunday mornin' fish fry, yeah, yeah
I'll find love every day in my lady's eyes
And find delight in the way that she moves, hey yeah, oo yeah
Well, I'll walk on the fields and I'll sleep in the trees
But I'll always be thinkin' of you
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
You are a bitter mistress
And an ugly reminder
That the gutter is deep
In the back of your mind
Oh yeah, oh yeah, now now, mama now
I'm gonna live in a small town
I'm gonna have a pretty girl, yeah, yeah
I'm gonna work at the local bar
And not travel away too far, no, no no
Well, I'll live free like emancipated men
Emancipated men, yeah
Well, I'll know just where I am, it's just where I
Yeah, it's where am, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, yeah, black and blue
San Francisco, oooh, black and blue
San Francisco
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Writer(s): Gentry Bronson
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