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-canned by command Of the Gold Rush Café 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 in between ’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 crying, 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