That mean old dirty Frisco
And that low down Santa Fe
That mean old dirty Frisco
And that low down Santa Fe
that southern whistle blow
I was standin' just a -lookin' watch
that southern whistle blow
where'd my sweet baby go?
Well, I wonder if he'd answer,
if he'd answer if I write
if he'd answer if I write, if I write
Well, I ask the good Lord above,
where's my sweet baby now?
Well, ain't it hard to stumble
when you've got no place to fall?
Well, ain't it hard to stumble
when you've got no place to fall?
ain't got no home in this world at all
Well, they say that the grave
is a mighty lonesome place
Yes, I know they say that big ravages
They put you six feet underground,
That mean old dirty Frisco
and that low down Santa Fe
Yes, that mean old dirty Frisco
and that low down Santa Fe