Sand From San Francisco - Ver 2

D Bm Well I wasn't there too long D Bm Long enough to be gone G D Long enough for me to know it was time to roll on A The dharma told me so D Bm Last time I walked by your street D Bm Past the laborers and merchant marines G D Flophouse ghosts gone up in smoke A Just like you and me Bm A D Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van Bm D A Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can G D But right now I'm headed east A Bm A G Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there A again D Bm Now my memories grow like weeds D Bm Into dreams that can never be G D All I got is this empty seat A Reminding me Bm A D Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van Bm D A Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can G D But right now I'm headed east A Bm A G Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there A again G Long as I keep rolling A Long as the tires are holding G Long as the tires are rolling A Long as I'm beholding D Bm The only thing I know is I've got to drive D Bm So watch the telephone poles tick by A Past it all, the seas, the salt G Past the mountains where it suddenly gets cold D And then down again whipped by the wind A Into plains of gold Bm A D Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van Bm D A Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can G D But right now I'm headed east A Bm A G Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there A again Bm A D Now I've got sand from San Francisco in my van Bm D A Lord I'd love to get back there someday if I can G D But right now I'm headed east A Bm A G Don't know if I'd ever believe that I will get back there D again