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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Underneath her raglin, She had Albert's 41— He was her man, But she shot him down.
Frankie went down to de wftore-house,
Rang de whore-house bell,
Says, "Tell me, is my lovin' Albert here?
Caze Frankie's gwine to raise some hell—
Oh, he's my man,
But he's a-doin' me wrong."
When Albert saw Frankie, For the back door he did scoot, But Frankie pulled dat forty-fo', Went root-ta-toot-toot-ta-toot-toot— En she shot him down, Yes, she shot him down.
Well, when Frankie shot Albert, He fell down on his knees, Looked up at her and said, "Oh, Frankie, please Don't shoot me no mo', babe, Don't shoot me no mo'.
"Oh, tu'n me over, doctor,
Tu'n me over slow,
Tu'n me over on my right-hand side
Caze de bullet is a-hurtin' me so."
He was her man,
But he's dead an' gone.
Frankie f ollered Albert to de graveyard, Fell down on her knees.
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