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