San Franciscan Nights akkorde

C Em Am G

C             Em   Am      G
Strobe lights beam creates dreams 
C     Em   Am       G
walls move minds do too 
     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        G
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            G
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 . . .