Well that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Hey, that mean old Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Well it took my baby Took my baby far away
I was standin' just a-lookin' Whilst that Southern whistle blow I was standin' just a-lookin' Whilst that Southern whistle blow I wondered in mind Where my sweet baby go?
Well I wondered if he'd answer If he'd answer if I write I wondered if he'd answer If he'd answer if I write, if I write Well I asked the Good Lord above "Where's my sweet baby tonight?"
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? I'll tell you people Ain't got no home in this world at all
Well they say that the grave is A mighty lonesome place I now they say that the grave is A mighty lonesome place They put you six feet underground Dirt hauled in your face
Oh, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Yes, that mean old Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Well it took my baby Took my baby far awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
