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Frankie Dean was a vag'ant girl, 'most every body knows
She paid one hundred dollars for Albert, a suit of clothes
He's her man, he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the pawn shop, she bought a .44
"I'm goin' to kill that man, just as sure as I can find
He's my man, he's doin' me wrong
Frankie went down to the barroom, called for a glass of wine
She asked, "Mr. bartender, have you seen that man of mine?
He's my man, he's doin' me wrong."
Bartender said, "A-little Frankie, says, I ain't gonna tell you no stories, says, I ain't gonna tell you no lies.
I saw your man about a hour ago with a girl named Alice Blye,
And he's your man, he's doin' you wrong."
Frankie walked out to the barroom, she saw with her surprise
She saw her loving Albert with a girl named Alice Blye,
"And he's my man, he's doin' me wrong."
Frankie pulled out a little pistol, shot him right through the eye
Said, she shot him once, she shot him twice, he's cried, "Don't take my life!
I'm your man, I've done you wrong."
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"Turn me over, little Frankie, turn me over slow.
Lord, that bullet in my head, how it pains me so.
You've killed your man, but I've done you wrong."
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Pull out your rubber-tired buggies, pull out your six-horse hacks
She taken her man to the graveyard, but she could not bring him back
"I've killed my man, but he done me wrong."
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