San Francisco Nights(Chords)

	        

Capo I 
 


Intro: C Em Am G 

C             Em   Am     G 
Strobe lights beam create dreams  
C     Em   Am       G 
walls move minds to do  
     D            F      C 
on a warm San Franciscan night  
C         Dm          F      C 
old child young child feel alright  
     D            F      C 
on a warm San Franciscan night  

C      Em   Am      G 
Angels sing leather wings  
C        Em          Am        C 
jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too  
     D            F      C 
on a warm San Franciscan night  
C          Dm           F      C 
old angels young angels feel alright  
     D            F      C 
on a warm San Franciscan night  

  Fm                Em 
I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there  
        F                G  (G       F  G) 
there's no place left to go, San Francisco.  

C Em Am G (2x) 

D F C  G 

C Dm F C 

D F C 

C     Em      Am          G 
Cop's face is filled with hate  
C        Em             Am            C 
heavens above he's on a street called love 
D              F    C 
when will they ever learn?  
C       Dm        F      C 
old cop young cop feel alright  
     D            F      C 
on a warm San Franciscan night 

    Fm 
the children are cool  
     Em 
they don't raise fools  
        F 
it's an American dream  
         G 
includes Indians too 

C Em Am G (2x) 

D F C  G
	        

Written by Eric Burdon