The Streets of San Francisco

From Tampla, Florida's pride and joy

To California's shame

She left home and came out west

And changed her Christian name

She thumbed away for seven days

And waked too many nights

And hit the streets of San Francisco

Walking for her life

A week in cosmetology

Two weeks in airline school

Seven days in shorthand

In a secretarial pool

But now desk clerks and bellhops

All know her by her face

And the folks of Tampla know her

By her mama's disgrace

All through the day she sits alone

And dreams of Tampla High

Wonders what the other kids are doing

Then she cries

Then with the California sun

She goes down every night

And hits the streets of San Francisco

Walking for her life

In her mind she plays a make-believe game of her own

She pretends she's window shopping

Furnishing a home

For the husband who will come along

And take her from this life

But for now a John will come along

And take her for the night

All through the day she sits alone

And dreams of Tampla High

Wonders what the other kids are doing

Then she cries

Then with the California sun

She goes down every night

And hits the streets of San Francisco

Walking for her life

She'll walk the streets of San Francisco

The rest of her life