San Francisco Can Cab Calloway

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