Visions, that keep stirring my soul Visions, that will never grow old Sweet baby I had some visions of you If I can't have it all just a taste will do Go ahead and live all your fantasies (Don't you ever think about the other side) Helps you get from

Lord I wonder, will my baby think of me Lord I ain't got no, special rider here Well, that mean old, mean old Frisco, and that low down Santa Fe Yes, that mean old Frisco, low down Santa Fe Gone took my babe away,

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby