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I’m gonna take a night ride to San Francisco.
I can feel that train’s old engine going.
I can hear the whistle as it blows.
Summer’s almost over and soon it will be cold.

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So when the fleas bite and the wool gets damp,
I’ll be waiting for the spirits to take your hand.
I don’t know what I’ve found,
One of these days we’re gonna release them hounds

Twenty-four cents to go into the pictures.
Fifty cents for a little rice lo mein.
Feels like I’m living inside of a castle.
San Francisco makes me feel this way.

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I’m gonna take a night ride to San Francisco.
I can feel that train’s old engine going.
I can hear the whistle as it blows.
Summer’s almost over but it doesn’t have to go.


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