Mean Old Frisco - Little Walter

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