Frankie an Albert was sweethearts Lordy how they could love Vowed to love one another Baby neath the stars above It was her man... an he was doin her wrong Frankie went down to da bar room Get herself a bucket a beer Say hey to da lone bartender Say hey has my lovely man been here? It was my man...an he was doin me wrong Bartender say Miss Frankie, huh Honey I cant tell ya no lie He lef here bout an hour ago With that hussy named Nelly Blye It was yo man...an he was doin you wrong Frankie she cried, she cried, she cried Lordy, what have I done? I done give my love to dis man He done took my love an run It was my man...an he was doin me wrong Albert saw Frankie comin, He say Oh Lord baby, dont you shoot Well you know, out from under that red kimono The gun went rootie toot toot She shot that man...cause he was doin her wrong Boo Hoo! Boo Hoo! Boo Hoo! Boo Hoo! Frankie say baby what have I done? You know I shot the only man I loved A Colt fortyone It was my man...an he was doin me wrong Play it for a while... High Sheriff come clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety Clippety, clippety, clippety the trail I say look here Frankie Im gon tell ya You done shot yo man Im gon hafta put cha in da county jail Talkin bout that man...an he was doin her wrong Frankie she laid in da jail house Now ya know there aint no one to go her bail But cha know big Jim say honey Im workin on you, try to get you outta that jail Tell about yo man...cause he was doin you wrong An our story go on... Frankie an Albert was sweethearts Lordy how they could love Vowed to love one another Underneath the stars above Talkin bout that man... an he was doin her wrong
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