City sidewalks guide her feet Up the hill to Stanyan Street Ran out of money yesterday She doesn't have a place to stay Suitcase carries everything she owns She can't afford to take a Greyhound home But don't expect to see her cry She's a San Francisco woman She knows how to get by When she's down to seeds and stems And pawned off everything she can She's got no problems, she's got friends Glad to pull her up again And when she's over on the other end She'll get the chance to do the same for them So don't feel sorry for the girl She's a San Francisco woman She can live in her world Good times keep within her reach Midnight walks along the beach And when she's home and friends come up They drink wine out of paper cups She loves the people and the life she lives She won't apologize for what she is So don't expect her to She's a San Francisco woman She knows how to make do She's a down home woman she's not a queen And when her grass is not so green She can live on rice and beans And wash her clothes without machines And when she's down without a dime She'll recover every time She'll never shiver in the rain She's a San Francisco woman She knows how to maintain