Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they blow back out on me Lord I wonder, do she ever think of me Lord I wonder, do she ever think of me Lord I don't never, and I wonder where she be Lord I wonder, which a-way she go Lord I wonder, which a-way my baby go Standing at the station, listening at that whistle blow I was standing looking, while that solemn whistle go I was standing looking, while that solemn whistle go I was thinking about my baby, and I wonder where she go Lord I was standin' watchin', when it went 'round the bend Lord I was standin' watchin', when it went 'round the bend Yes I was standing there wondering if she coming home again Blow one more time