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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 lover's 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 |
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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 can't go from cisco down to frisco |
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How i'm 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 |
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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 |
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San francisco san francisco |
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Hope there you'll find love is not for sale |
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Out at the end of |
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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 |
