Текст: Brian Wilson. San Francisco.

Time to giddy up, doo, wah, diddy up

San Francisco, San Francisco
Her lover's arms were open wide
Where the gates of golden waits with charms unfoldin'
Hold that cable car up there with pride, I gotta ride
(Ride, ride)

Giddy up down to San Francisco, San Francisco
(Giddy up, giddy up)
Where love is true as time and tide
She was seventeen though
When I left from Reno like some Valentino
With my bride there by my side

I can't go from Cisco down to Frisco
How I'm missin' those days of yore
(El Dorado)
Miss those frisky women raw rye whiskey
With each kissin' we would explore, El Dorado

For this desperado was gold in the dust
Like many a man in God do I trust
Gave up on El Dorado so lost in my lust
Where love is not for sale, out on the end of the trail

Time to giddy up, doo, wah, diddy up
San Francisco, San Francisco
(Giddy up, giddy up)
Hope just like a candlestick in flame
Sportin' life did change her, shore life rearranger
Brought her misfortune and shame

Roll on down the California flyway
The highway I have known
(I have known)
Old mystery sunsets down on water
The soul of man unfold

Time to giddy up, doo, wah, diddy up
San Francisco, San Francisco
(Giddy up, giddy up)
Hope there you'll find love is not for sale
Out at the end of the trail

Gonna ride, ride, ride, ride
Gonna ride, gonna ride