Frankie & Albert Testo
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Testo Frankie & Albert
Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows
Paid one hundred dollars for Albert's new suit of clothes
He was her man but he done her wrong
Albert said: I'm leaving you, won't be gone for long
Don't wait up for me, worry about me when I'm gone
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the corner saloon, get a bucket for a beer
Said to the bartender: Has my lovin' man been here?
He was her man but he done her wrong
Well, I ain' gonna tell you no stories, I an't gonna tell no lie
I saw Albert an hour ago with a gal named Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to 12th Street, lookin' up through the window high
She saw her Albert there, lovin' up Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie pulled out a pistol, pulled out a fourty-four
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot and Albert fell on the floor
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie got down upon her knees, took Albert into her lap
Started to hug and kiss him but there was no bringing him back
He was her man but he done her wrong
Gimme a thousand policemen, throw into a cell
I shot my Albert dead, and now I'm going to hell He was her man but he done her wrong
Judge said to the jury: Plain as a thing can be
Woman shot her lover down, murder in the second degree
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went to the scaffold, calm as a girl could be
Turned her eyes up towards the heavens, said: Nearer, my God, to Thee
He was her man but he done her wrong
Paid one hundred dollars for Albert's new suit of clothes
He was her man but he done her wrong
Albert said: I'm leaving you, won't be gone for long
Don't wait up for me, worry about me when I'm gone
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the corner saloon, get a bucket for a beer
Said to the bartender: Has my lovin' man been here?
Well, I ain' gonna tell you no stories, I an't gonna tell no lie
I saw Albert an hour ago with a gal named Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to 12th Street, lookin' up through the window high
She saw her Albert there, lovin' up Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie pulled out a pistol, pulled out a fourty-four
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot and Albert fell on the floor
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie got down upon her knees, took Albert into her lap
Started to hug and kiss him but there was no bringing him back
He was her man but he done her wrong
Gimme a thousand policemen, throw into a cell
I shot my Albert dead, and now I'm going to hell He was her man but he done her wrong
Judge said to the jury: Plain as a thing can be
Woman shot her lover down, murder in the second degree
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went to the scaffold, calm as a girl could be
Turned her eyes up towards the heavens, said: Nearer, my God, to Thee
He was her man but he done her wrong
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