San Francisco - Stu Larsen

I got some money and found myself a car Iheaded north toward the boulevard on

my own.

And Paul simon and hisfriends singing something aboutMrs.

Robinson on the radio.

And I’m going north.

I’m going north.

But I won’t know where I’m going till I

get there.

You know I wish you felt the same.

Maybe I’llfind love in San

Francisco Ican hear her calling out my name.

Ooooh, ooooh.

Ooooh, ooooh.

My jeans are too tight and my hair is too long.

You look at me like I’m

avagabond.

Well maybe Iam.

The sun’sgoing down, the lightscome on.

I’ll keepdriving till the day isdone on the 101.

I’m going north.

I’m going north.

But I won’t know where I’m going till I get

there.

You know I wish you felt the same.

And maybe I’ll find love in San

Francisco Ican hear her calling out my name.

And I won’t know where I"m going till I get there You know I wish you felt the

same.

And maybe I’ll find love in San Francisco Ican hear her calling out my

name.

And I won’t know where I’m going till I get there.

You know I wish you felt the

same.

Maybe I’llfind love love in San Francisco Ican hear her calling out my

name.

Ican hear her calling out my name.

Ican hear her calling out my name.

Ooooh, ooooh.

Ooooh, ooooh.

Ooooh, ooohooohooo.

(Gracias a felipe por esta letra)