All The Way To San Francisco Lyrics & Chords By Martha Wainwright

I wore my lumberjack shirt
And a pair of blue jeans
I wore my lumberjack boots
And my navy blue pea coat
From the merchant marines
All the way to San Francisco
All the way to San Francisco

And from my greyhound living room
I could see children crying
And stars were fallin'
And derelicts were dying in darkened doorways
All the way to San Francisco
All the way to San Francisco

The mountains were high
And so was I
(All the way to San Francisco)
And the gods were shining through on high
(All the way to San Francisco)
There were chicks in convertibles passing me by
(All the way to San Francisco)
And I wanted to laugh
And I wanted to cry
(All the way to San Francisco)
(All the way to San Francisco)

I could reap the highway
Clear as words on a page
And to the music of that highway
I could hear the songs of love

The songs of rage
The voices were loud
Sounded like screams
From plain folk, just ordinary people
With extraordinary dreams
All the way to San Francisco
All the way to San Francisco

The mountains were high
And so was I
(All the way to San Francisco)
And the gods were shining through on high
(All the way to San Francisco)
There were chicks in convertibles passing me by
All the way to San Francisco
And I wanted to laugh
And I wanted to cry
All the way to San Francisco
All the way to San Francisco

I wore my lumberjack shirt
And a pair of blue jeans
I wore my lumberjack boots
And my navy blue pea coat
From the merchant marines