She Never Got Back From Frisco

She had cable cars in her brain, And she said she loved the rain, She had Golden Gate horizons in her eyes. She said she had to get away To that city by the Bay For a vacation under California skies. And now she’s come back home, But I feel her memories roam— She hung a San Francisco poster on our wall. Now I work hard every week, But late at night I hear her speak In a whisper on a long-distance call. She never got back from ‘Frisco, she never got back from Frisco, When I kiss her she’s two thousand miles from me; She never got back from “Frisco, she never got back from ‘Frisco, She makes believe her mind’s in Tennessee. Now I feel I don’t belong When she plays her favorite song —you guessed it—Tony Bennett, from so many years ago. And how I hate to see Those old movies on T.V— Clint Eastwood—and Bogart—and San Francisco! “I lost my wife to San Francisco…high on a hill…she cheated me…!