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