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.
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San Francisco Fan
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| Cab Calloway |
