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
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San Francisco
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Brian Wilson |