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