San Francisco Blues

My baby's from San Francisco

He paints that bridge across the bay

My baby's from San Francisco

He paints that bridge across the bay

But when he thinks he's all through

He has to turn around and paint the other way

I'm gonna get on a cable car

I'm gonna ride down to the bay

I'm gonna get on one of those boats

The ones that cruise around the bay

And when I get to his bridge, II'll holler

"Baby, throw those brushes away"

Let's go to Fisherman's Wharf, Top of the Mark

Telegraph Hill, Golden Gate Park

See the Young Museum, go to old China Town

Go to the opera, don't ever put that down

Baby, baby, baby, there's so much in this town

You gotta get up and get off that bridge

And show your mama all around

There's the Steinhart Aquarium, lots of fish

See the zoo, baby, if you wish

Baby, baby, baby, throw those brushes down

You got to get up and get off that bridge

And show your mama all around

He's got more than brushes, yes, my baby has

He's got nots more than brushes, yes, my baby has

But as long as he paints that bridge, he might as well be on Alcatraz

So when you're ready, baby, I'll bring the turpentine around

Help you clean those brushes, make you happy as a clown

'Stead of painting bridges, let's go out and paint the town