Kid from the sticks arrives SF, circa 1980...

Lyrics

WELCOME TO SAN FRANCISCO
(Rick Lugg)

Well, I put a lot of miles on my sneakers
Since I hit this pedestrian town
The climbing hills, the shoot-to-kills,
The soles all wearing down
I keep two feet on the concrete
Headed for the City Lights Bookstore
But the fat man wasn’t Ginsberg
He don’t go there anymore

Welcome to San Francisco
An earthquake on its mind
Another one in its memory
The houses are shock-designed

So I bought a book by Bukowski
And I sat in Enrico’s Café
Shoulda bought the Ferlinghetti, though
Cuz Bukowski’s from LA
Then this guy with a silver earring
And a darling little sashay
Invited me back to his place
I didn’t know *what* to say

Welcome to San Francisco
The Golden Gate is red
I guess they must be painting it
Or else the gold has bled

Well, I never did ride that cable car
I couldn’t take the banjo player
With his propellor hat and all of that
Tourism standing there
So I fought my way down to Fisherman’s Wharf
Through the have-nots and the haves
I gave up and paid, I had myself made
An inmate out on Alcatraz

Welcome to San Francisco
An earthquake on its mind
Another one in its memory
The houses...are shock-designed

CREDITS
Rick Lugg (vocals, guitar)
Roy D'Innocenzo (lead guitar & fills)
Rick Pollak/Gerry Putnam (The Air Quote Horns)
Ruth Fischer/Ann Saunderson (vocals, handclaps)
Dan Morrissey (bass)
Mitch Simon (drums, tambourine, handclaps)

Produced by Rick Lugg & Gerry Putnam
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Gerry Putnam
CedarHouse Sound & Mastering
North Sutton, NH
(c) 2021 Subscale Records LLC