Frankie and Albert sweet hearts how they could love Vowed to one another 'neath the stars above It was her man and he was doin' her
went down to the bar room To get a bucket of beer Say hey to da' bartender Say hey has my lovely man here? It was my man, an' he was me wrong
Bartender "Ms Frankie Honey I tell you no lie He here about an hour ago that hussie named Nelly Bly It was your man, he was you wrong"
Frankie, she cried, she cried, she Lord what I done? I give 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, you shoot Well you know, out under that red kimono" The gun went rootie toot She that man 'cause he was doin' her wrong
Boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo say baby what have I done? You I shot the only man I loved a cold 41 It was my man an' he was doin' me
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Sheriff come clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety Clippety, clippety, the trail I say, "Look here Frankie I'm tell ya' You shot yo' man, I'm gon' put cha in da' county jail" Talkin' 'bout that man an' he was her wrong
Frankie she in da' jail house Now ya' know there ain't no one to go her But 'cha know big Jim say "I'm workin' on you, try to get you that jail" Tell about yo' man 'cause he was you wrong
An' our go on
Frankie an' Albert sweethearts Lord how they love Vowed to one another Underneath the stars Talkin' that man an' he was doin' her wrong