Flowers In Your Hair

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was standing on the corner, in a place I've never been; the merchants of enticement, were inviting to come in. The ladies on the corner; were hoping there will be; A chance to make some dollars, from any man they see. The bums up in the alley, were trying to lose the're minds While swaying to the motions of intoxicating wine. Hanging in a group, were guys all dressed in black; It appeared that they were hoodlums, who lived across the tracks. A grungy down beat rhythm, was blaring from the bars; The signs outside were claiming, that the girls inside were stars. Coming down the street and looking out of place; Was a man inside a Bently, with a cigar stuck in his face. All at once I heard it, a fight had just broke out, Knives and guns were flashing and some girl began to shout. Oh my god they shot him (she said; I think my baby's dead; I didn't see what happened but he was bleeding from the head. People from the bars, were hanging out the doors; And the bums up in the alley, started running for the store. The guys all dressed in black were frozen in a stance; And then they started hopping, like in some kind of dance. The ladies of the night, were trying to make a plan; They were trying to find a way to get, wallet from the man. I turned and started walking, away from all the fuss; I walked a couple blocks and then I caught a bus. It happened up on Broadway, on the night of New Years Eve; In the town of San Francisco, the city by the sea. I was twenty one and looking for some action; It was more than I had bargained for, in fact it sent me packing. The next time that I went there, I had myself a gun; And some fellows from the posse, but all we had was fun. There were other things that happened,other times that I was there; And I might write about it, if I see that any care. So if you liked the story and care to read some more; Be sure to write and say so, I'll pull my notes out of the drawer.