My friend Conrad and I created this song a while ago, but it’s been sitting on my phone as a rough recording. Thanks to AI, I’ve turned it into a funky track that fits the election season, especially with the chaos from San Francisco progressives. I also made a music video and think it’s good enough for Trump to use at his rallies.

The song is about how San Francisco "values" spread like cancer across the country, with progs making life unbearable in their own areas and then migrating to conservative states, bringing their "progress" and voting habits with them. My "San Francisco Joe" character embodies this, with a split personality representing both a poor drifter and a wealthy political activist. The activist destroys the existing order, creating new drifters who follow him to other places, wondering why they’re so poor.

I’ve heard Trump gets cease and desist orders from record labels. But this song is all his, and I think people would really get into it - some might even replace "San Francisco Joe" with "San Francisco Ho."

SAN FRANCISCO JOE

They call me San Francisco Joe,
The man who never had a home.
Started out in the city by the bay,
Looking for a good time, livin’ for the day.
 
Looking for action, prowling through the night,
Cutting through it like a boning knife.
But the rent shot up, and the streets are mean,
The fun got dry, so I split the scene.
 
Chorus
San Francisco Joe, where do you go?
Everywhere you roam, the trouble is the show.
San Francisco Joe, what’s on your mind?
Every town you hit, the mess is right behind.
 
Denver, Colorado called out my name,
So I hit the road, and here I came.
Looking for a good time, nights that never end,
Soon the city's crumbling, no dime, no friend
 
Couldn’t keep a woman, couldn’t shake the past,
The streets got rough, my luck didn’t last.
So I packed my bags, took my righteous soul,
Headed out to Arizona, just to fill that hole.
 
Chorus
 
Phoenix desert heat couldn't ease my mind,
The music died down, and I got left behind.
So I keep on moving, with no place to go,
Everywhere I land, I'm San Francisco Joe.
 
From coast to coast, wherever I roam,
The trouble I bring becomes my home.
From Chicago blues to Memphis soul,
I leave my mark, and then I roll.
 
Ain’t no place for a man like me,
Who’s always chasing what he can’t see.
San Francisco Joe, always moving on,
By the time you notice, oh yeah, he’s already gone.