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Frankie went to Albert's house; she did n't go for fun;
For underneath her apron was a blue-barrel forty-one.
He was her man, babe, but he done her wrong.
When Frankie got to Albert's house, she did n't say a word, But she cut down upon poor Albert just like he was a bird. He was her man, babe, but she shot him down.
When Frankie left Albert's house, she lit out in a run, For underneath her apron was a smoking forty-one. He was her man, babe, but he done her wrong.
"Roll me over, doctor, roll me over slow. 'Cause when you rolls me over, them bullets hurt me so. I was her man, babe, but she shot me down."
Frankie went to the church house and fell upon her knees, Crying, "Oh, Lord, have mercy, won't you give my heart some ease? He was my man, babe, but I shot him down."
Rubber-tired buggy, decorated hack,
They took him to the graveyard, but they could n't bring him back. He was her man, babe, but he done her wrong.
Mrs. Tom Bartlett, of Marlin, Texas, sends a version with comment on that given by Professor Thomas. "You will notice that Mr. Thomas calls the cause of dissension between Frankie and Albert, 'Alkali,' but I am sure he is wrong. All who have given me any version at all agree that Alice caused the trouble, and one went so far as to name her Alice Fly. Some Negroes sing this, l Georgia was a good woman/ but most of them agree that it was Frankie. Some say she paid only $41 for his suit of clothes. All who have given me versions end up each stanza with, 'Oh, he was my man, but he done me wrong!' whereas you will note that Mr. Thomas says, fHe was her man, but she shot him down!'"
Frankie and Albert
Frankie was a good woman, Everybody knows. Paid one hundred dollars For Albert a suit of clothes!
For he was her man, but he done her wrong!
Frankie went to Albert's house And found little Alice there! Pulled out her forty-five And brought him to the floor!
"He was my man, but he done me wrong!"