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