(Don Reid)

From Tampa Florida's pride and joy to California shame
She left home and came out west and changed her Christian name
She thumbed her way for seven days and way too many nights
And hit the streets of San Francisco running for her life.

A week in cosmetology two weeks in airline school
Seven days of shorthand in a secretarial pool
But now deskclerks and bellhops now know her by her face
And the folks of Tampa know her by her mama's disgrace.

All through the day she sits alone and dreams of Tampa High
Wonders what the other kids are doing then she cries
Then with the California sun she goes down every night
And hits the streets of San Francisco walking for her life.

In her mind she plays a make believe game of her own
She pretends she's window shopping furnishing a home
For a husband who will come along and take her from this life
But for now a John will come along and take her for the night.

All through the day she sits alone and dreams of Tampa High
Wonders what the other kids are doing then she cries
Then with the California sun she goes down every night
And hits the streets of San Francisco walking for her life.

She'll walk the Streets of San Francisco the rest of her life...