Am G D Do you remember dancing girls in St. Louis Stan Getz on the hi-fi under midnight kitchen bulbs We all agree it’s too big to keep up with That we’re surrounded by life – that we’ll Never understand it [ Am ] The great magical city of the [ E ] Gandharvas [ F ] Of San Francis [ E ] co [ Dm ] [ Am ] Am G D Where is the writer who could bring you Sobbing through the bed fucking bed cribs Of the moon to see it all even unto Some robbery of the heart at dawn When no one cares Am G D I’m lost among strange agitators of the heart We center it all by swigging from the bottle All for two sticks of loco weed That grows by itself in Texas because god wanted it [ Am ] The great magical city of the [ E ] Gandharvas [ F ] Of San Francis [ E ] co [ Dm ] [ Am ] Am G D