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