作词 : Lind | |
City sidewalks guide her feet | |
Up the hill to Stanyan Street | |
Ran out of money yesterday | |
She doesn't have a place to stay | |
Suitcase carries everything she owns | |
She can't afford to take a Greyhound home | |
But don't expect to see her cry | |
She's a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to get by | |
When she's down to seeds and stems | |
And pawned off everything she can | |
She's got no problems, she's got friends | |
Glad to pull her up again | |
And when she's over on the other end | |
She'll get the chance to do the same for them | |
So don't feel sorry for the girl | |
She's a San Francisco woman | |
She can live in her world | |
Good times keep within her reach | |
Midnight walks along the beach | |
And when she's home and friends come up | |
They drink wine out of paper cups | |
She loves the people and the life she lives | |
She won't apologize for what she is | |
So don't expect her to | |
She's a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to make do | |
She's a down home woman she's not a queen | |
And when her grass is not so green | |
She can live on rice and beans | |
And wash her clothes without machines | |
And when she's down without a dime | |
She'll recover every time | |
She'll never shiver in the rain | |
She's a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to maintain |
zuo ci : Lind | |
City sidewalks guide her feet | |
Up the hill to Stanyan Street | |
Ran out of money yesterday | |
She doesn' t have a place to stay | |
Suitcase carries everything she owns | |
She can' t afford to take a Greyhound home | |
But don' t expect to see her cry | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to get by | |
When she' s down to seeds and stems | |
And pawned off everything she can | |
She' s got no problems, she' s got friends | |
Glad to pull her up again | |
And when she' s over on the other end | |
She' ll get the chance to do the same for them | |
So don' t feel sorry for the girl | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She can live in her world | |
Good times keep within her reach | |
Midnight walks along the beach | |
And when she' s home and friends come up | |
They drink wine out of paper cups | |
She loves the people and the life she lives | |
She won' t apologize for what she is | |
So don' t expect her to | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to make do | |
She' s a down home woman she' s not a queen | |
And when her grass is not so green | |
She can live on rice and beans | |
And wash her clothes without machines | |
And when she' s down without a dime | |
She' ll recover every time | |
She' ll never shiver in the rain | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to maintain |
zuò cí : Lind | |
City sidewalks guide her feet | |
Up the hill to Stanyan Street | |
Ran out of money yesterday | |
She doesn' t have a place to stay | |
Suitcase carries everything she owns | |
She can' t afford to take a Greyhound home | |
But don' t expect to see her cry | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to get by | |
When she' s down to seeds and stems | |
And pawned off everything she can | |
She' s got no problems, she' s got friends | |
Glad to pull her up again | |
And when she' s over on the other end | |
She' ll get the chance to do the same for them | |
So don' t feel sorry for the girl | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She can live in her world | |
Good times keep within her reach | |
Midnight walks along the beach | |
And when she' s home and friends come up | |
They drink wine out of paper cups | |
She loves the people and the life she lives | |
She won' t apologize for what she is | |
So don' t expect her to | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to make do | |
She' s a down home woman she' s not a queen | |
And when her grass is not so green | |
She can live on rice and beans | |
And wash her clothes without machines | |
And when she' s down without a dime | |
She' ll recover every time | |
She' ll never shiver in the rain | |
She' s a San Francisco woman | |
She knows how to maintain |