C G/B Am G Strobe lights beam creates dreams C G/B Am G walls move minds do too D F C on a warm San Franciscan night C D F C old child young child feel alright D F C on a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing leather wings jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too on a warm San Franciscan night old angels young angels feel alright on a warm San Franciscan night Fm Em I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there F G there's no place left to go, San Francisco. Cop's face is filled with hate heavens above he's on a street called love when will they ever learn? old cop young cop feel alright 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D Em F Fm G B |