Tom: G
G D/F# Em D
Strobe lights beam, creates dreams
G D/F# Em D
Walls do move, minds do, too
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G Am C G
Old child, young child feel all right
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G D/F# Em D
Angels sing, leather wings
G D/F# Em D
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidsons too
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G Am C G
Young angel, old angel feel all right
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
Cm
I wasn't born there
Bm Em
Perhaps I'll die there
Am D
There's no place left to go
San Francisco
G D/F# Em D
A cop's face is filled with hate
G D/F# Em D
Heavens above he's on a street called love
Am C G
When will they ever learn?
G Am C G
Young cop, old cop feel all right
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
Cm
I wasn't born there
Bm Em
Perhaps I'll die there
Am D
Cause there's no place left to go
(San Francisco)
[Solo]
G Am C G
Young child, old child feel all right
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G Am C G
Young angel, old angel feel all right
Am C G
On a warm San Franciscan night
