Frankie and were sweet hearts Lord how they could Vowed to love one 'neath the stars above It was her man and he was her wrong
went down to the bar room To get a bucket of beer Say hey to da' bartender Say hey has my man been here? It was my man, an' he was me wrong
said "Ms Frankie Honey I can't you no lie He left here about an ago With hussie named Nelly Bly It was your man, he was you wrong"
Frankie, she cried, she cried, she what have I done? I done lovin' to this man He took my and run It was my man, and he was doing me
saw Frankie comin', He say "Oh Lord baby, don't you Well you know, out from that red kimono" The gun went rootie toot She shot that man 'cause he was her wrong
Boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo Frankie say what have I done? You I shot the only man I loved a cold 41 It was my man an' he was me wrong
it for a while
High come clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety Clippety, clippety, the trail I say, "Look here I'm gon' tell ya' You shot yo' man, I'm hafta' put cha in da' county jail" Talkin' that man an' he was doin' her wrong
she laid in da' jail house Now ya' know ain't no one to go her bail But 'cha big Jim say honey "I'm workin' on you, try to get you that jail" Tell about yo' man he was doin' you wrong
An' our go on
Frankie an' Albert sweethearts Lord how could love Vowed to one another the stars above Talkin' 'bout man an' he was doin' her wrong