San Francisco Lyrics – Brett Dennen

Go if you want to go
But I won't follow
Just so you know
Leave if you want to leave
But I won't be here
When you come home

I'm gonna to move to San Francisco
Look up some old friends
I'm gonna get me a navy pea coat
And an old Mercedes Benz

This old town it keeps shrinking
There's too many people in my junk
I'm gonna do a lot of drinking
Cause it don't hurt when I'm drunk

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I'm gonna rent me an old Victorian
Down in the Lower Haight
I'm gonna get me an old accordion
Play for the tourists on the golden gate
I'm gonna plant a little garden
Paint my bathroom blue
I'm gonna try real hard
To get over you

Here in the city life doesn't move so slow
There's plenty of good people I know
Up in north beach they drink spicy Italian liqueur
Down on market there's a lot of hobos and hustlers

Down in Hayes Valley, there's a lot of good restaurants
Deep in the tenderloin you can have anything you want
Over in the mission it's always a sunny day
It's a real good baseball town but my team is across the bay

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When you come home