| lyric | 1. Frankie was a good woman,
Ev’rybody knows,
Seh’d give the tailor a hundred dollar bill,
to make her man a suit of cothes,
He was er man, but he done her wrong
2. Frankie was a good woman,
Ev’rybody knows,
Every time she gave Albert a hundred-dollar bill,
He’d spend it on those parlour house who(r)es,
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
3. Frankie went down to the bar-room
And called for a glass of gin,
She asked the man called the bartender,
„Has my cheatin’ man been in?
He’s my man, I believe he’s doin’ me wrong.“
4. Says, „Frankie, I’ll tell you no story,
Good gal, I’ll tell you no lie,
I saw your man pass here an hour ago,
With a girl called Alice Fry,
He’s your man, I believe he’s doin’ you wrong.
5. Well, Frankie she went walkin’,
Wasn’t gone for fun,
Underneath her apron,
Had Albert’s forty-one
Kill her man, ’cause be done her wrong.
6. Frankie she shot Albert,
Fell down on his knees,
Cried, Lordy, Lordy, Policeman,
Don’t let this woman kill me.
I was her man, but I done her wrong.
7. Weil, they’re taking Albert to the graveyard,
Went to lay him down.
Frankie was a-screaming,
With such a mournful sound,
I killed my man ’cause he done me wrong. |