| San Francisco Fan
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| Loved a no-good gamblin' man;
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| She drank the coffee dregs so she could fry his eggs
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| In a golden fryin' pan
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| Can-canned by command
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| Of the Gold Rush Cafe clan
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| She gave her man her pay; |
| 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 seen 'em
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| Ran and jumped right inbetween '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 were 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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| Down a dusty California 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 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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| Gave her life to save a man
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| A man who wasn’t worth a shovelful of earth
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| From the grave of San Francisco Fan |