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 . . .
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