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