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San francisco fan |
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Loved a no-good gamblin' man |
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She drank the coffee dregs |
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So she could fry his eggs in a golden frying pan |
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Can-can-ed by command of the gold rush cafe clan |
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She gave her man her pay |
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He gambled it away |
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Playing chinatown fan-tan |
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Once they caught him cheatin' |
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And he knew that he was beaten |
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When a miner aimed a pistol at his head |
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Fanny when she'd seen him ran and jumped right in between 'em |
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And she stopped a dozen slugs of poison lead |
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There was fanny dyin' |
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While a hundred men stood cryin' |
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And the angels up above were cryin' too |
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When seven horses started draggin' |
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Fanny's coffin in a wagon |
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Through a dusty californian avenue |
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San francisco fan |
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Gave her life to save her man |
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A man who wasn't worth |
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A shovelful of earth |
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From the grave of san francisco fan |
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San francisco fan |
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Loved a no-good gamblin' man |
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She drank the coffee dregs |
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So she could fry his eggs |
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In a golden frying pan |
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San francisco fan |
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Gave her life to save her man |
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A man who wasn't worth |
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A shovelful of earth |
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From the grave of san francisco fan |
