Текст песни Mean Old Frisco

That mean ole, mean ole Frisco And that low down, the Santa Fe Lord that mean ole, mean ole Frisco And that low down the Santa Fe Well they carried away my baby And then left me standing there I was standing, looking and listening As that Southern whistle blow Lord I was standing and llokin' As that Southern whistle blow Well she did not catch the Southern Wonder where did the poor gal go Lord I wonder, Lord I wonder Do she ever think of me? Well, I wonder Do she ever think of me? Lord I wonder sometimes Will she ever come back to me Mama told me, and my papa told me too Mama told me, and my papa told me too Don't let everybody laugh 'cause they ain't no friend of you Lord I ain't got no, Lord I ain't got no Special rider here Lord I ain't got no, got no special rider here I think I will leave, 'cause I know I ain't welcome here