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Little Frankie went down to the barroom, she asked for a glass of beer
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She said, "Hey, bartender, has my Johnny been here?"
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"He's my man but he's done me wrong"
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The bartender said "Frankie, ya know I won't tell ya no lie"
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"He left here about a minute ago with a gal named Alice Fry"
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"He's your man, but he's doin' you wrong"
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Frankie was a good little woman, surely everybody knows
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She paid one hundred dollars for Johnny's new suit of clothes
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She loved her man but he done her wrong
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Well then Frankie went down Broadway with a razor in her hand
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She said "Stand back, all you women, I'm here for my cheatin' man"
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"Yes, he's my man but he's done me wrong"
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It was on a Friday mornin' about a ha'past nine o'clock
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Frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots
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She shot her man 'cause he done her wrong
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(Why dontcha run, Frankie?) they said (Frankie why don't you run?)
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'cause here come the Chief Of Police with the 44 smokeless gun
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You killed your man, we know he done you wrong
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SPOKEN while FADING
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Yeah, he done you wrong, Frankie
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You shoulda shot him forty times
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I'm a witness, Frankie, I was there
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When you shot that man I saw
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Frankie And Johnny
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| Brook Benton |
