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Leaving again...and she don't know why. Packs up her things, when her road gets just a little too straight Strips her room and she says goodbye To the ones that stick around and sit and laugh and cry...
I woke up in the morning fog and I turned my bus around San Francisco is the way I feel when I wander in your town Though the river wasn't strong enough I could stop it Berkeley dreaming every summer...
The smell of cold hits my nose and the leaves are starting to change drivin' down this old road and not much has changed except the seasons and i miss san francisco the smell of the ocean and the way...
I never will forget, Jeanette Macdonald Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang I never will forget, how that brave Jeanette Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang San Francisco, open...
Well, trail herd delivered top price for our beef, beautiful San Francisco weather. What more could we ask? Well, a few days out of the saddle. By golly, we'll have that, too. Listen, as a change from...