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