Mean Old Frisco

Well that mean old dirty Frisco

And that low down Santa Fe.

Mean old Frisco

And that low down Santa Fe.

You know they take my girl away,

Lord, and blow back out on me.

Well my mama, she done told me,

And my papa told me too.

Mama told me

And my papa told me too.

A woman that gets in your face,

Lord she ain't no friend for you.

Well I'm goin' away now baby

And I won't be back until fall.

Goin' away, baby.

Lord, I won't be back till fall.

If I don't come back by then,

Lord, I won't be back at all.

{Alternate Verse}

Well I'm goin' away baby

And your cryin' won't make me stay.

Goin' away baby

And your cryin' won't make me stay.

Well the more you cry, little girl,

If anything you'll drive me away.

Well that mean old dirty Frisco

And that low down Santa Fe.

Mean old Frisco

And that low down Santa Fe.

Gonna take my gal away,

Lord, and blow back out on me.