| 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 |