Just north of San Francisco where the red trees grow
and the fog rolls in, the cold wind blows
Well I was going for a drive
Following the curved lines of the coastal highway
The fog got so thick, I couldn't see the sun
So I pulled over to the side
I wandered into a bar and I sat on a stool
there were 3 fishermen playing a game of pool
and an old man sitting next to me
Well he appeared to be a man of about 60 years

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