ah toy

Ah Toy and the Streets of San Francisco

(Verse 1)
Out in San Francisco, the streets all know her name,
Ah Toy, the brothel keeper, who rose to wealth and fame.
She came from distant China, sailed across the sea,
And built a place for women who longed to be free.

(Chorus)
Oh, Ah Toy, Ah Toy, in the city by the Bay,
You carved a path for others, made your own way.
With head held high, you took a stand,
In the rough streets of that gold-filled land.

(Verse 2)
With John A. Clark beside her, a lover and ally,
She made rivals vanish, though none knew quite why.
Where women once were bought and sold,
Ah Toy’s house grew in power, and her story told.

(Chorus)
Oh, Ah Toy, Ah Toy, in the city by the Bay,
You carved a path for others, made your own way.
With head held high, you took a stand,
In the rough streets of that gold-filled land.

(Bridge)
In saloons and in parlors, wine flowed like a river,
Where songs and sins met, enough to make one shiver.
The city’s streets knew of the hidden trade,
But Ah Toy’s fame lingered, and history was made.

(Verse 3)
Though she left the records, the whispers remained,
Of the woman who challenged, who couldn’t be tamed.
They said she lived a hundred years before her light dimmed,
And even in death, her legacy never thinned.

(Chorus)
Oh, Ah Toy, Ah Toy, in the city by the Bay,
You carved a path for others, made your own way.
With head held high, you took a stand,
In the rough streets of that gold-filled land.

(Outro)
So raise a glass in memory, to Ah Toy and her reign,
A tale of survival, of loss and of gain.
In San Francisco’s history, her story will lie,
A voice of the voiceless, that never would die.