Here In Frisco
It's four a.m. in New York City three a.m. in Dallas
The night is still early here in Frisco
Market street's still going the same old shows are showing
And I'm still all alone here in Frisco
They say it's raining in Chicago and it's cold and clear in Denver
Been windy all night long here in Frisco
Troley cars are clinging the big Bay Town's swinging
And I'm still all alone here in Frisco
The way I feel tonight I won't be staying long
But when I leave I leave my heart just like in a famous song
Troley cars are clinging the big Bay Town's swinging
And I'm still all alone here in Frisco
And I'm still all alone here in Frisco
And I'm still all alone here in Frisco
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