I’ve repaired my car
Filled its tank with gas
Smoked another cigar
Drank another whiskey glass
And I’m ready to play
Got a place to stay
Baby, don’t you even think
Of standin’ on my way
So just give me one sweet kissin’
Babe, I’ll sure be missin’ And say…
Boy, just drive to Frisco (get all the money)
Drive to Frisco (get all the honeys)
Drive to Frisco
Leave me on my own…
So I’ve lost my shoes
And I’ve lost my soul
Baby, won’t you pardon me
If I return back home
And I’m comin’ soon
So just clean your room
Don’t you even try
Just to dust my broom
So just put on all your makeup
Try to give me a breakout and say…
Boy, don’t you drive to Frisco (lost all his money)
Don’t you drive to Frisco (tryin’ to get your honey)
Don’t you drive to Frisco
Spend this night at home…
Friscobilly
© Copyright: Пётр Кунарёв, 2007
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