"San Francisco" as written by and Hersh....
Breakfast at the movies
Gatorade
And blackjack on the bed
God bless the ugly
Cheap champagne
And blackjack on the bed
I was born in America,
Born with the fists of a saint
Way out of range
Breakfast in the hallway
Pistachios and cocktails on the roof
God bless the hard way
You're the only easy substitute
I was born in America,
Born with the fists of a cowboy
Home on the range


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"San Francisco" as written by Hersh

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