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San Francisco Woman - Bob Lind

City sidewalks guide her feet

Up the hill to Stanyan Street

Ran out of money yesterday

She doesn't have a place to stay

Suitcase carries everything she owns

She can't afford to take a Greyhound home

But don't expect to see her cry

She's a San Francisco woman

She knows how to get by

When she's down to seeds and stems

And pawned off everything she can

She's got no problems she's got friends

Glad to pull her up again

And when she's over on the other end

She'll get the chance to do the same for them

So don't feel sorry for the girl

She's a San Francisco woman

She can live in her world

Good times keep within her reach

Midnight walks along the beach

And when she's home and friends come up

They drink wine out of paper cups

She loves the people and the life she lives

She won't apologize for what she is

So don't expect her to

She's a San Francisco woman

She knows how to make do

She's a down home woman she's not a queen

And when her grass is not so green

She can live on rice and beans

And wash her clothes without machines

And when she's down without a dime

She'll recover every time

She'll never shiver in the rain

She's a San Francisco woman

She knows how to maintain

One more again

She's a San Francisco woman

She knows how to maintain

She's a San Francisco woman

She knows how to maintain