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