Silver Jews – San Francisco B C (Guitar)

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C
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.

I lived with my true love and she lived with me.

G
"Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie"

Was the very first thing she imparted to me We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms

                                            C
We got a lot of stares on the street back then.

C
Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death

She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press

G
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus

They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour

                       C
Was set on self-destruct.

C
She said "you don't make enough to provide for me."

I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?"

G
She said "I left that on the sands of history

I've found a new man to take care of me He dresses for success and emergency

                                        C                     
and he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC."

Instrumental part: Dm, C

C
Middleaged and deadly, like a cobra in the shade

Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made

G
His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place

It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face

                                            C
He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break.

C
"If I hire you now, can you start today?

I got a high-rise job down by the bay.

G
Just a couple of rocks and some firearms

There's not many locks and just one alarm My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive

                                           C
Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side."

C
Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew

We were back at our point of rendezvous.

G
I was in the possession of burglary tools

Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels Gene's talking about insignificant shit

                                                  C
Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.

instrumental again: Dm, C

C
He said the power of metal will never be harnessed.

I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished.

G
We were waiting for his dad to meet us there

Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare

                                           C
I knew it wasn't new wave, it was human error.

C
Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut."

I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt.

G
Then he came at me with some fist cuisine

I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene Cause when he went by me he tripped and fell

                                              C
Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel.

C
Right there and then Mr. Games walked in

With my ex-true love on his gamy limb.

G
So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau

And Games had a wife, whatta you know? She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid

                                  C
Then she went her way and I went his.

C
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.