San Francisco Fan - Cab Calloway, Scatman Crothers, Calloway Cab

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