Frankie

Frankie was a woman
Everybody knows
Spent about a hundred dollars
To buy a man a suit of clothes
And he was a man
And he's doing her wrong
He was her man
And is doing her wrong

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Frankie she went walking
Did not go for fun
Underneath the little red petticoat
She had albert's forty one
She was looking for the man
That was doing her wrong

Frankie went down to the haughty saloon
Called for a bottle of beer
Asked that lovely bartender
Has my lovin' man been here
He's my man
And doing me wrong

He is my man baby
He's doing me wrong

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I will not tell you no story
Will not tell you no lie
Albert left here bout an hour ago
With a woman named Alice Fly
He's your man baby
And he's doing you wrong
He is your man
And he's doing you wrong

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Albert he saw frankie
Back door he did scoot
Frankie drew that forty four
Went rooty toot toot toot toot
He shot her man
For doing her wrong
Shot her man
For doing her wrong

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Frankie went to miss johnson
Fell down on her knees
Will you forgive me miss johnson
Will you forgive me please
I killed your son
For doing me wrong
I killed your son
For doing me wrong

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We'll forgive you frankie
We'll forgive you not
Killed my little albert he's the only support I got
You killed my son
He's the only one
You killed my son
He's the only one

Poor boy, poor boy
Poor boy, poor boy
Done gone, done gone
Done gone, done gone

Robert tied bucky
Decorated horse
Took little albert to the graveyard and brought little frankie back
He was her man
And he did her wrong
He was her man
He's dead and gone

Last time I saw frankie
Sitting in an electric chair
Great big sweatband around her head
And sweat running out of her head
She shot her man
For doing her wrong
She shot her man
For doing her wrong

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Done gone, done gone
Done gone, done gone
Done gone, done gone
Done gone, done gone

Up in heaven, up in heaven
Up in heaven, up in heaven
My son, my son
My son, my son