[Intro]
Em (Spoken)  
This following program is dedicated to the city and people of 
 
San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so 
 
is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer 
 
cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European 
 
residents save up all your bread and fly trans love airways to 
 
San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it 
 
will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the 
 
sake of your own peace of mind. 
[Instrumentale]
C Em Am G
[Strophe]
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 
[Strophe]
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 
[Pont]
  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. 
[Instrumentale]
C Em Am G 2x
D F C  G 
C Dm F C 
D F C
[Strophe]
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
[Outro]
    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 . . .