Mean Old Frisco

Well, that mean old, mean old Frisco

And that low down Santa Fe

Yes, that mean old Frisco

Low down Santa Fe

Gone took my babe away

Yes, and blow smoke out to me

Well, my mother, she done told me

And my father told me too

Yes, my mother she done told me

Father told me too

Son, every woman grins in your face

Well, she ain't no friend of you

Lord, I wonder

Will she ever think of me

Lord, I wonder

Will my baby think of me

Yes, I wonder, I wonder

Will my baby think of me

Lord, I ain't got no

Special rider here

Lord, I ain't got no

Special rider here

I'm gonna leave

'Cause I don't feel welcome here