Transcribed from vocals by Cab Calloway, recorded
December 11, 1947,
From Cab
Calloway and His Orchestra: 1942-1947, Chronological Classics 996
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.
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