G               C                G                 D11
Do you know the way to San Jose? I've been away so long.
         D
I may go wrong and lose my way.
G               C
Do you know the way to San Jose?
G                 D11                D
I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose.

[Bridge]
Bm7         Em7                Bm7             Em7            Bm7
  L.A. is a great big freeway,   put a hundred down and buy a car.
G#dim7             Cmaj7/G                 D
  In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star.
Am7             D
Weeks turn into years. How quick they pass
D             D                D                D                    N.C.
  and all the stars that never were are parking cars and pumping gas.

[Verse 2]
G              C                    G                    D11
You can really breathe in San Jose? They've got a lot of space.
              D
There'll be a place where I can stay.
G              C
I was born and raised in San Jose,
G                 D11                D
I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose.

[Bridge]
Bm7                Em7          Bm7               Em7           Bm7
  Fame and fortune is a magnet,   it can pull you far away from home.
G#dim7                 Cmaj7/G             D
  With a dream in your heart you're never alone.
Am7              D
Dreams turn into dust and blow away
D               D             D                     D               N.C.
  and there you are without a friend, you pack your car and ride away.

[Outro]
G                C                      G         G
I've got lots of friends in San Jose.
G                 C                      G         G
Can't wait to get back to San Jose.
G               C                      G         G
Do you know the way to San Jose?

[Repeat And Fade]
G

[Additional Lyrics, not used by Carpenters as far as I know]
I've got lots of friends in San Jose
Do you know the way to San Jose?
L.A. is a great big freeway
Put a hundred down and buy a car
In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star
Weeks turn into years. How quick they pass
And all the stars that never were
Are parking cars and pumping gas