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(words and music by M. More) San Francisco Fan Loved a no-good gamblin' man She drank the coffee dregs So she could fry his eggs In a golden frying pan Can-can-ed by command Of the Gold Rush Cafe Clan She gave her man her pay He gambled it away Playing Chinatown fan-tan Once they caught him cheatin' And he knew that he was beaten When a miner aimed a pistol at his head Fanny when she'd seen him Ran and jumped right in between 'em And she stopped a dozen slugs of poison lead There was Fanny dyin' While a hundred men stood cryin' And the angels up above were cryin' too When seven horses started draggin' Fanny's coffin in a wagon Through a dusty Californian avenue San Francisco Fan Gave her life to save her man A man who wasn't worth A shovelful of earth From the grave of San Francisco Fan (instrumental break) San Francisco Fan Loved a no-good gamblin' man She drank the coffee dregs So she could fry his eggs In a golden frying pan San Francisco Fan Gave her life to save her man A man who wasn't worth A shovelful of earth From the grave of San Francisco Fan (C) Fresh Air Music Ltd. 1 have viewed this page!
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