Аккорды Remy Bond - San Francisco

[Intro]
Em A x2

[Verse 1]
Em             A
 It's just the American dream
   Em             A
It cannot be that bad
Em             A
 Chamomile and ketamine
Em                 A
Shouldn't make you sad

[Chorus]
D              G
Throw the money on the table
D                G
All the things I got for free
D               G
San Francisco's calling honey
Bm                G
Promise you won't wait for me
Bm              G
Promise I'll be home
    C
But maybe not alone

Em A x2

[Verse 2]
Em            A
 I'm not what everyone seems
  Em             A
I cannot be that mad
Em          A
 Crisis and vanity
Em                    A
You don't know what's best for me, so

[Chorus]
D               G
I took the money off the table
D               G
You made a rebel out of me
D               G
San Francisco's calling honey
Bm               G
It's not what it used to be
    Bm                  G
And it's not where you wanna be

(chorus variation)
D                G
San Francisco's calling I'll be
D                  G
Leaving you in the morning I'll be
D                G
Godspeed without warning because
Bm              G
Nothing matters much to me
Bm              G
Nothing matters much to me
Bm              G
Nothing matters much
   C
To me

(bridge) (spoken)
      Em
I was on my way to San Francisco
       A                                           Em
When I heard you named Your baby after my favorite cigarette
                  A
Lit one up to the lost cause and
                      Em
Said a prayer for the Chelsea girls
                             A
Thought about the end of the world

                         Em
Remembering our suburban wasteland
              A
The forgotten negligee
     Em                                              A
Your hand on the back of my Harley on a hot summer's day
      Em
Doing shots of Jack Daniels
                          A
While you let me cut your hair

                   Em
We set fire to the UFOs
                  A
Sent nudes to our rock ‘n’ roll heroes
          Em
Don't you wanna be a richer man
          A
Don't you know I'm Ziggy's biggest fan!

[Chorus]
D                 G
 I took the money, off the table
D                G
 You made a rebel all out of me
D                G
 San Francisco's calling honey
    Bm               G
But it’s not what it used to be
   Bm               G
So promise you will wait for me

[Outro]
D               G
San Francisco's calling
D               G
San Francisco's calling
D              G
Da da da da da da da

(repeat to fade)
D G