Mean Old Frisco

Yeah, that mean old, mean old Frisco
And that low down Santa Fe
Yeah, that mean old Frisco
That low down Santa Fe
Yes, she took my baby
Going back out again

Well, I wonder do she ever think of me
Well, I wonder now do she ever think of me
Well, I wonder about my baby
Will she come back home to me?

And I'm standing on that sidewalk
I got a .44 pistol in my hand
Yeah, and I'm on that sidewalk
.44 Pistol in my hand
Yes, I'm looking for my baby
I'm going to shoot her next door man

Well, I'm standing there thinking
I watch that train roll around the bend
Yes, I'm standing there thinking
While the train roll around the bend
Yeah, and I started to cry
Ain't got no friends

Well, I'm standing on that sidewalk
I got a .44 pistol in my hand
Yeah, and I'm on that sidewalk
.44 Pistol in my hand
Yeah, going to shoot the man
Shoot her next door man

Yeah, that mean old Frisco
Yeah, that low down Santa Fe
Yeah, that mean old Frisco
That low down Santa Fe
Yes, she took my baby
Going back out again

Going back out
Going back out again