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Frankie and Albert
4. The keeper turned to Frankie, Says, "Frankie, I told you a lie; He left here about an hour ago With a girl he called Alice Fry;
I know he's your man; he won't treat you right."
5.  Frankie went to the bar-room; She called for a glass of gin, Saying to the burie-be,
"I'm going to get drunk again;
I'll kill my man, who won't treat me right."
6.  Frankie went down the broad way, With a razor in her hand: "Stand back all you loving girls; I'm hunting my gambling man;
I'll kill my man, who won't treat me right."
7.  She went down to the pool room; She looked in the pool room door, And there she spied the man she loved, A-sitting in the middle of the floor,
Saying, "I'm your man who won't treat you right."
8. "Come to me, little Albert, I'm calling through no fun;
If you don't come to the one loves you,
I'll shoot you with my old gun,
For you're my man, who won't treat me right."
9. Albert went behind the counter; He fell upon his knees,
Look right up into Frankie's face, Saying, "Frankie, don't shoot me, please, For I'm your man who won't treat you right."
10. Frankie got up next morning, About nine o'clock. She picked up that forty-four gun, And fired the fatal shot; She killed her man, who wouldn't treat her right.

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III