Sweet Baby Jesus - I Can't Get Across to San Francisco | Текст песни

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• I Can't Get Across to San Francisco

Well I don't have a car, I can't pay for gas.
And I can't afford the toll fare or even board BART.
And every time I think about it it tears my heart apart.
Because even my brother owns a motor cart.

So I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
And kiss you. Kiss you. Kiss you.

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Well I thought I'd try to swim but I never went to gym.
I don't watch Mr. Jack Lalaine, I'd get stomach pain.
And it don't make no sense for me to hijack a bus,
because I don't know how to drive, I'd wind up in a truss.

So I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
And kiss you. Kiss you. Kiss you.

1-2-3-4!

So I spend every night alone, looking out over the bay
at you so far away, at you so far away across the bay.
Kill me.

So I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
I can't get across to San Francisco.
And kiss you. Kiss you. Kiss you.

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