Well, I'm callin' San Francisco Got to get my baby on the line Yea, I'm callin' San Francisco Got to get my baby on the line I got to talk to my baby Just to ease my worried mind Well it seems like a month of Sundays I been out here on the road Yes it seems like a month of Sundays I been out here on the road I haven't seen my baby And I carry a heavy load When I left you said you loved me Nobody'd ever take my place Well, when I left you said you loved me Nobody'd ever take my place Now it's 3 am in Chicago baby And I hope that's still the case When I get back to the City I'm gonna have myself a time Yea, when I get back to my City I'm gonna have myself a time, you know I will I'm gonna hang out down in North Beach With those no-good friends of mine, yea