| Van dyke parks
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| Time to giddy-up doo wah diddy-up
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| San francisco san francisco
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| Her lovers arms were open wide
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| Where the gates of golden
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| Waits with charms unfoldin
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| Hold that cable car up there with pride
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| I gotta ride (ride ride)
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| Giddy up down to San francisco san francisco
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| Where love is true as time and tide
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| She was seventeen though
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| When I left from reno
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| Like some valentino
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| With my bride there by my side
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| I cant go from cisco down to frisco
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| How Im missin those days of yore (el dorado)
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| Miss those frisky women raw rye whiskey with each kissin we would
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| Explore
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| El dorado
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| For this desperado
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| Was gold in the dust
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| Like many a man in God do I trust
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| Gave up on el dorado
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| So lost in my lust
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| Where love is not for sale
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| Out on the end of the
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| Trail
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| Time to giddy up doo wah diddy up San francisco san francisco
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| Hope just like a candlestick in flame
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| Sportin life did change her
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| Shore life rearranger
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| Brought her misfortune and shame
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| Roll on down the california flyway the highway I have known
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| I have known
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| Old mystery sunsets down on water
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| The soul of man unfold
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| Time to giddy up doo wah diddy up San francisco san francisco
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| Hope there youll find love is not for sale
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| Out at the end of The trail
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| Gonna ride
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| Ride ride ride gonna ride
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| Gonna
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| Ride |