San Franciscan Nights:The Animals. 9 in USA in 1967. INTRO: G #1. G Strobe light's beam, creates dreams, D G walls move, minds do, too, on a warm San Franciscan night. C C Old child, young child, feel all right, on a warm San Franciscan night.
#2. Em G Angels sing, leather wings, jeans of blue, Harley-Davidsons, too, G on a warm San Franciscan night. C C Old angels, young angels, feel all right, on a warm San Franciscan night. CHORUS: Am I wasn't born there, perhaps I'll die there, G there's no place left to go..San Francisco. C C #3. C G Cop's face is filled with hate..Heavens above, he's on a street called love. Dm F C G when will they ever learn? D C Old cop, young cop, feel all right, on a warm San Franciscan Night. CHORUS: Em The children are cool, they don't raise fools, G it's an American dream, includes Indians, too. OUTRO: C.