Sand From San Francisco

D                           Bm
   Well I wasn't there too long
D                     Bm
   Long enough to be gone
G                                           D
   Long enough for me to know it was time to roll on
                    A
The dharma told me so
D                              Bm
   Last time I walked by your street
D                                    Bm
   Past the laborers and merchant marines
G                                D
   Flophouse ghosts gone up in smoke
                  A
Just like you and me

              Bm                A           D
Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van
          Bm                D                 A
Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can
           G              D
But right now I'm headed east
        A                 Bm        A       G
Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there
  A
again

D                             Bm
   Now my memories grow like weeds
D                             Bm
   Into dreams that can never be
G                            D
   All I got is this empty seat
             A
Reminding me

              Bm                A           D
Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van
          Bm                D                 A
Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can
           G              D
But right now I'm headed east
        A                 Bm        A       G
Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there
  A
again

G
Long as I keep rolling
A
Long as the tires are holding
G
Long as the tires are rolling
A
Long as I'm beholding

D                                         Bm
   The only thing I know is I've got to drive
D                                    Bm
   So watch the telephone poles tick by
A
Past it all, the seas, the salt
G
Past the mountains where it suddenly gets cold
          D
And then down again whipped by the wind
   A
Into plains of gold

              Bm                A           D
Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van
          Bm                D                 A
Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can
           G              D
But right now I'm headed east
        A                 Bm        A       G
Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there
  A
again
              Bm                A           D
Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van
          Bm                D                 A
Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can
           G              D
But right now I'm headed east
        A                 Bm        A       G
Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there
  D
again

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