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