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Well, I'm goin' out to San Francisco |
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They tell me ev'rything out there is really all right |
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All the boys are coolin' on the corner |
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The little girls out there are really out of sight |
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You know I'm gonna dig all the latest hap'nin's |
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And keep my dues paid ev'ry night |
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Went on a little trip last night |
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And the boys was playin' some of them old Fillmore Blues |
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And ev'ry head was right on in there diggin' |
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Beautiful vibrations, had some heavy grooves |
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My chick was right on in there with me in heaven |
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Yes, we were payin' our San Francisco dues |
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Come on over to me, baby |
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I want you to satisfy my blues |
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I want you to let me know how much you really love me |
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You can tell me any old way you choose |
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While we lay back and dig the music |
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And pay our San Francisco dues |
