“Cab Driver”

Hey, cab driver
Don’t you mind my shabby clothes
It’s late in the evening
All the bars have already closed
I’m leavin’ San Francisco
But I don’t know where to go

Tell you ’bout my woman
Fine as the day is long
San Francisco woman
Fine as the day is long
I love that woman
But she left me all alone

Why’d she say she loved me
And then leave me this way?
Why’d she say she loved me
And then leave me this way?
Ain’t nothin’ in this world
I can do to make her stay

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There’s no coffee in the morning
And the bed is cold as ice
There’s no coffee in the morning
And the bed is cold as ice
I love that woman
Just ain’t no way to make it right

Hey, cab driver
Won’t you let me pay my fare?
Hey, cab driver
Won’t you let me pay my fare?
Out to the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge
And you can leave me there

“Cab driver.”