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