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Frankie an' Albert was sweethearts |
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Lordy 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..... an' he was doin' her wrong. |
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Frankie went down to da' bar room, |
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Get herself a bucket a 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 doin' me wrong. |
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Bartender say "Miss Frankie, huh, |
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Honey I can't tell ya' no lie. |
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He lef' here 'bout an' hour ago, |
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With that hussy named Nelly Blye". |
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It was yo' man......an he was doin' you wrong. |
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Frankie she cried, she cried, she cried, |
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Lordy what have I done? |
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I done give my love to dis man |
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He done took my love an' run. |
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It was my man........an he was doin' 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, |
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A cold forty - one, |
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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 was sweethearts |
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Lordy 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. |
