San Francisco Fan

San Francisco Fan

Loved a no-good gamblin' man;

She drank the coffee dregs so she could fry his eggs

In a golden fryin' pan.

Can-canned 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 seen 'em,

Ran and jumped right inbetween 'em,

And she stopped a dozen slugs of poison lead.

There was Fanny dyin'

While a hundred men were cryin'

And the angels up above were cryin', too;

When seven horses started draggin'

Fanny's coffin in a wagon

Down a dusty California 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.

San Francisco Fan

Gave her life to save a man,

A man who wasn't worth a shovelful of earth

From the grave of San Francisco Fan.