Mean Old Frisco

Well, that mean old, mean old frisco,

And that low down santa fe

Well, that mean old frisco, and that low down santa fe

Well it carried my baby away, and it's blown right back on me

I was standing, i was listening, for that southern

Whistle blow

I was standing and listening for that southern whistle to blow

Lord, she did not catch the southern, and now where do you suppose that woman might have gone?

Well, then i ain't, i ain't got no, got no special

Rider

Here, lord

I ain't got no special rider here

Well, i think i leave, 'cause i don't feel welcome

Well, my mama she done told me, and my papa told me, too

Well, my mama she done told me, and my papa told me, too

Everybody grins in your face son, well, they ain't no friends of yours