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.
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