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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 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. |