Animals
San Franciscan Nights
Strobe lights beam create dreamsWalls move minds do tooOn a warm San Franciscan nightOld child young child feel alrightOn a warm San Franciscan nightAngels sing leather wingsJeans of blue Harley Davidson's tooOn a warm San Franciscan nightOld angels young angels feel alrightOn a warm San Franciscan night.I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die thereThere's no place left to go, San Franciscan.Cop's face is filled with hateHeavens above he's on a street called loveWhen will they even learnOld cop young cop feel alrightOn a warm San Franciscan nightThe children are coolThey don't raise foolsIt's an american dreamIncludes indians too
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"San Franciscan Nights" as written by V. Briggs E. Burden
Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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