Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, I'm going out to San Francisco They tell me everything out there is really all right All the boys are cooling on the corner The little girls out there are really out of sight You know I'm going to dig all the latest happenings And keep my dues paid every night [Verse 2] Went on a little trip last night And the boys was playing some of them old Fillmore Blues And every head was right on in there diggin' Beautiful vibrations, had some heavy grooves My chick was right on in there with me in heaven Yes, we were paying our San Francisco dues [Verse 3] Come on over to me, baby I want you to satisfy my blues I want you to let me know how much you really love me You can tell me any old way you choose While we lay back and dig the music And pay our San Francisco blues