Written and © by: Jim Nemeth, 1977
In 1977, local resident, Jim Nemeth, was inspired to write this song after reading of the 1,000th suicide off the bridge. |
There's Gold in Them There Hills,
I'm gon-na find some if it kills me.
And then I'm gon-na party one last time
get drunk up to the gills.
And eat my heart out till it fills me.
Then climb out on that Golden Gate and fly.
I'm gon-na fly beyond the highest bird,
A-way beyond your ly-ing word.
Gon-na fly out where the ramblin' rose won't go,
wo,wo--
And then I'm gon-na settle down in one of them there Ang-gel towns.
And start forgetting San Francisco Rose.
I'm gon-na start forgetting San Francisco Rose.