| Well that mean old dirty Frisco
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| And that low down Santa Fe
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| Mean old Frisco
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| And that low down Santa Fe
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| You know they take my girl away
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| Lord, and blow back out on me
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| Well my mama, she done told me
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| And my papa told me too
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| Mama told me
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| And my papa told me too
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| A woman that gets in your face
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| Lord she ain’t no friend for you
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| Well I’m goin' away now baby
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| And I won’t be back until fall
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| Goin' away, baby
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| Lord, I won’t be back till fall
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| If I don’t come back by then
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| Lord, I won’t be back at all
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| Well I’m goin' away baby
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| And your cryin' won’t make me stay
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| Goin' away baby
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| And your cryin' won’t make me stay
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| Well the more you cry, little girl
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| If anything you’ll drive me away
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| Well that mean old dirty Frisco
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| And that low down Santa Fe
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| Mean old Frisco
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| And that low down Santa Fe
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| Gonna take my gal away
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| Lord, and blow back out on me |