Here In Frisco - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

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, but it’s cold and clear in Denver

Been windy all night long here in Frisco

Trolley 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’ll leave my heart just like in the famous song

Trolley 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