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Standing on the street corner, Did n't mean no harm. Up in the second-story window Saw Alice in Albert's arms!
"Oh, he was my man,
But he done me wrong!"
Frankie went down to the saloon, Did n't go there for fun; Underneath her silk petticoat She carried a forty-one gun. "Oh, he was my man, But he done me wrong!"
"Listen here, Mister Bartender, Don't you tell me no lies. Have you seen that Nigger Albert With the girl they call the Katy Fly?
Oh, he was my man,
But he done me wrong!"
Frankie shot Albert once, Frankie shot Albert twice, Third time she shot poor Albert She took that Nigger's life.
"Oh, he was my man,
But he done me wrong!"
Rubber-tired carriage, Kansas City hack, Took poor Albert to the cemetery But forgot to bring him back.
"Oh, he was my man,
But he done me wrong!"
W. H. Thomas, professor of English at Agricultural and Mechanical College, of Texas, and formerly president of the Texas Folk-lore Society, reported another version, in a paper read before the society.
Frankie went to the barkeeper's, to get a bottle of beer; She says to the barkeeper: "Has my loving babe been here?" He was her man, babe, but he done her wrong.
The barkeeper says to Frankie: "I ain't going to tell you no lie; Albert passed 'long here walking about an hour ago with a Nigger named Alkali." He was her man, babe, but he done her wrong. |
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