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Frankie and Albert |
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i. Frankie Baker was a good girl, As every body knows; She paid one hundred dollar bill, For a suit of little Albert's clothes, Just because she loved him so.
2. Frankie went down to the bar-room; She called for a glass of beer;
She said to the man behind the bar: "Have you seen little Albert here ? He's my man, don't treat me right."
3. Says, "Law, no, little Frankie, I'll toll you no lie;
He left here about an hour ago,
With a girl called Alice Fry;
He's your man, don't treat you right."
4. She went down to the ball room; She spied him standing in the door,
Said, "If you don't come to the one you love, I'll shoot you with your own gun; You're my man, don't treat me right."
5. Albert run around behind the table; He fell down upon his knees;
He cried out, "My loving wife, Oh, Frankie, don't shoot me, please, I'll be your man, I'll treat you right."
6. 'Twas one Friday morning At half past four o'clock;
Frankie pulled out her forty-four gun;
She fired the two fatal shots;
She killed her man, wouldn't treat her right.
7. "Turn me over, Frankie, Turn me over slow.
Please don't touch my wounded side,
For, mercy, it hurts me so;
You killed your man, wouldn't treat you right. |
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