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Frankie and me we were lovers |
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Oh lordy how we could love |
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Swore we'd be true to each other |
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Just as true as stars above |
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I was her man, she caught me doing her wrong |
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My luck in poker was fading |
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When a new gal caught my eye |
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I gambled, I tried to change my luck |
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With a chick named Nellie Bly |
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I was Frankie's man but I was doing her wrong |
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Yeah! Frankie came looking to find me |
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Yes, she wasn't looking for fun |
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For in her sweet loving hand |
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She was totin' a 44 gun |
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To shoot her man if he was doin' her wrong |
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Well Frankie walked into the bar room |
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And right there in front of her eyes |
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There was her loving Johnny |
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Making love to that Nellie Bly |
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I was her man, she caught me doing her wrong |
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Frankie, I beg, please don't shoot me |
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Well they'll put you away in a cell |
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You know they'll put you where the cold wind blows |
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From the hottest corner in hell |
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I'm your man, I know I done you wrong |
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Easy on the roll, real easy |
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Easy on the roll, real slow |
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Roll me over real gently |
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'Cause my wound hurts me so |
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Well I was her man |
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Well I done her wrong |
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Well Frankie told Johnny |
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Well this is the end of my song |
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I was her man, well I done her wrong |
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Well , hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Done her wrong |
