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American Ballads and Folk Songs
"I will forgive you, Frankie,
I will forgive you not.
You sho shot Albert,
He's the only son I got,
He was my son, and the only one."
Frankie says to the sheriff,
"Well, what do you think it'll be?"
The sheriff said: "It looks like a case
Of murder in the first degree j
He was your man, but you shot him down."
It was not murder in the first degree,
It was not murder in the third,
A woman simply dropped her man
Like a hunter drops a bird.
He was her man, but she shot him down.
Frankie said to the sheriff,
"Oh, what do you think they'll do?"
"Strap you in the 'lectric chair,
'N' send thirty thousand volts through you.
Albert was your man, but you shot him down."
Passin' through the jail-house,
Went by Frankie's cell,
Asked her how she Was feelin',
She said, "Go to Hell."
He was her man, but she shot him down.
Once more I saw Frankie, She was sittin' in her chair, Waitin' for to go an' meet her God, With the sweat drippin' out her hair. Albert was her man, but she shot him down.
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