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.