G             D/F#    Em    D
Strobe lights beam, creates dreams
G             D/F#    Em    D
Walls do move, minds do, too
Am             C         G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G          Am          C        G
Old child, young child feel all right
     Am       C          G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G      D/F#  Em       D
Angels sing, leather wings
G         D/F#        Em        D
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidsons too
  Am        C            G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G          Am          C        G
Young angel, old angel feel all right
     Am       C          G
On a warm San Franciscan night
Cm
I wasn't born there
Bm           Em
Perhaps I'll die there
Am                       D
There's no place left to go
San Francisco
G       D/F#    Em          D
A cop's face is filled with hate
G       D/F#            Em            D
Heavens above he's on a street called love
Am        C         G
When will they ever learn?
G          Am      C        G
Young cop, old cop feel all right
Am        C              G
On a warm San Franciscan night
Cm
I wasn't born there
Bm           Em
Perhaps I'll die there
Am                             D
Cause there's no place left to go

(San Francisco)

[Solo]

G            Am        C        G
Young child, old child feel all right
     Am           C      G
On a warm San Franciscan night
G            Am        C        G
Young angel, old angel feel all right
     Am           C      G
On a warm San Franciscan night