Little Frankie went down to the barroom, she asked for a
glass of beer
She said, Hey, bartender, has my Johnny been here?
Hes my man but hes done me wrong
The bartender said Frankie, ya know I wont tell ya no
lie
He left here about a minute ago with a gal named Alice
Fry
Hes your man, but hes doin you wrong
Frankie was a good little woman, surely everybody knows
She paid one hundred dollars for Johnnys new suit of
clothes
She loved her man but he done her wrong
Well then Frankie went down Broadway with a razor in her
hand
She said Stand back, all you women, Im here for my cheatin
man
Yes, hes my man but hes done me wrong
It was on a Friday mornin about a hapast nine oclock
Frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots
She shot her man cause he done her wrong
they said Frankie why dont you run?
cause here come the Chief Of Police with the 44 smokeless
gun
You killed your man, we know he done you wrong
SPOKEN while FADING
Yeah, he done you wrong, Frankie
You shoulda shot him forty times
Im a witness, Frankie, I was there
When you shot that man I saw
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