San Franciscan Nights

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 . . .