Little frankie went down to the barroom
She asked for a glass of beer she said, hey
Bartender has my johnny been here he's my man but
He's done me wrong the bartender said
Frankie you know I won't tell you no lie
He left here about a minute ago with a gal named
Alice fry he's your man but he's doing you wrong
Frankie was a good little woman surely everybody

Knows she paid one hundred dollars for johnny's
New suit of clothes she loved her man but
He done her wrong then frankie went down broadway
With a razor in her hand she said, stand back
All you women I'm looking for my cheating man
Yes, he's my man but he's done me wrong
It was on a Friday morning about a half past
Nine o'clock frankie pulled her .44 and fired

Three fatal shots she shot her man cause
He done her wrong why don't you run, frankie
They said, frankie why don't you run cause here comes
The chief of police with the .44 smokeless gun
You killed your man we know he done you wrong
Yeah, he done you wrong, frankie you
Should've shot him forty times I'm a witness, frankie

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Writer(s): ALEX KARGER, BEN GOTTLIEB, FRED WEISMAN