Well Frankie and Albert were sweethearts
and lordy how they could love.
They vowed to love one another,
or bathe beneath those stars above.
It was her man...
but he was doing her wrong.
Well Frankie went down to the bar room,
to fetch herself a bucket of beer.
The bartender said "Mrs. Frankie you know,
your lovin' man been here."
It was your man...
but he was doing you wrong.
The bartender said "Mrs. Frankie,
well girl I cant tell you no lies.
Your husband left about an hour ago
with that hussy named Nelly Bly."
It was your man...
but he was doing you wrong.
Well Frankie she cried, she cried, she cried.
She said "Now lordy what have I done.
I don't give enough love to my man.
He done took my love and run.
It was my man...
but he was doing me wrong."
Well Albert saw Frankie coming,
he said "Lordy don't you shoot."
but out from under that red camona
the gun went rooty-toot toot.
She shot that man...
'cause he was doing her wrong.
Aboo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo
She said "baby what have I done.
I done shoot the only man I love,
with a cold .44 gun.
I shot my man...
'cause he was doing me wrong.
And the sheriff come clipty-clipty-clipty-clipty-clipty.
He done clipped her at the trail.
He said "Now look here woman you done shot your man.
Stick you in the county jail."
Talkin' about you man...
but he was doing you wrong.
Now Frankie and Albert were sweethearts,
lordy how they could love.
They vowed to love one and other,
or bathe beneath the stars above.
It was her man...
but he was doing her wrong.