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American Ballads and Folk Songs
The bartender says to Miss Frankie:
"I cannot tell a lie}
Mister Albert was here about a minute ago
With a gal-name Alkali.
He is your man, but he's doin' you wrong."
Little Frankie went down Broadway
With her razor in her hand,
Says: "Stand aside, you chippie.
I'm lookin' for my man,
He's a gamblin' man, won't treat me right."
Miss Frankie went' up the stairway,
She didn't go for funj
Underneath the ruffles of her petticoat,
She had a young Gatlin' gun.
He was her man an' he was doin' her wrong.
Miss Frankie opened the winder,
The gun she fired twice j
The second shot she fired,
She took Mister Albert's lifeó
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong.
Well, when Frankie shot Albert,
First, he fell to his knees,
Then he looked up in her face,
Says, "Frankie, please don't shoot me no mo',
Please, babe, don't shoot me no mo'."
She shot three bullets in him,
He staggered to the door,
He gasped, "Oh, Frankie, you can't play 'round,
'Round this hop joint any more.
I was your man, but I done you wrong.