Verse
A F#m
Sold my new pair of shoes down the river for gold
A F#m
Knock, knock, knock at the door but Misters’ not home
D A
Out in the desert my lady left years ago
D A
She took all my money and spent it on flesh and bone.
A F#m
Walk on down to the store for a fresh pack of smokes
A F#m
I hear them laughing, snickering, telling their jokes
D A
I couldn’t care less about whatever it is you say
D A
Don’t need to whisper when you talk cause I can hear you from a mile away.
Bm A E
I’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco today
Bm A E
I’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco to stay.
Verse
A F#m
There’s’ a man underground, says he’s selling hope
A F#m
I tried to dig on down, and all I found was a hole
D A
It feels like this when you cant get where you gotta go
D A
Go on spin those wheels Sonny, we know your backs’ broke.
Bm A E
I’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco today
Bm A E
I’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco to stay.
A
It's all I know