From Tampa Florida's pride and joy
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To California shame
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She left home and came out west
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And changed her Christian name
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She thumbed her way for seven days
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And way too many nights
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And hit the Streets of San Francisco
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Runnin' for her life
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A week in cosmetology two weeks in airline school
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Seven days of shorthand in a secretarial pool
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Now desk clerks and bell hops now know her by her face
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And the folks of Tampa know her by her mama's disgrace
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All through the day she sits alone and dreams of Tampa High
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Wonders what the other kids are doin' then she cries.
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Then with the California sun she goes down every night
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And hits the Streets of San Francisco walkin' for her life
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In her mind she plays a make believe game of her own
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She pretends she's window shopping furnishing a home
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For a husband who will come along and take her from this life
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For now a John will come along and take her for the night
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All through the day she sits alone and dreams of Tampa High
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Wonders what the other kids are doin' then she cries.
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Then with the California sun she goes down every night
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And hits the Streets of San Francisco walkin' for her life
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She'll walk the Streets of San Francisco the rest of her life
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Streets Of San Francisco
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| The Statler Brothers |
