Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows
She paid one hundred dollars, for Albert, a suit of clothes
He’s her man, but he did her wrong.

Frankie went down to the corner saloon, she ordered a glass of beer
She asked the barroom keeper, “Have my loving Albert been here?”
“He’s been here, but he’s gone again.”

“Ain’t gonna tell you no story, Frankie, I ain’t gonna tell you no lie”
Says, “Albert passed ’bout an hour ago with a girl they call Alice Prye
He’s your man, and he’s doing you wrong.”

Frankie went down to the corner saloon, didn’t go to be gone long
She peeped through the keyhole in the door, spied Albert in Alice’s arms
“You’s my man, and you doing me wrong.”

Frankie called to Albert, Albert says “I don’t hear.”
“If you [bad word] to the woman you love gonna haul you out of here
You’s my man, and you’s doing me wrong.”

Frankie shot Albert, shot him three or four times
Says, “Stand back, out the smoke of my gun, let me see is Albert dying?
He’s my man, but he did me wrong.”

Frankie and the judge walked out on the stand, walked out side by side
The judge says to Frankie, “You’re gonna be justified for
Killing a man, and he did you wrong.”

Dark was the night, cold was the ground
The last words I heard Frankie say, “I done laid old Albert down
He’s my man, and he did me wrong.”

Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows
She paid one hundred dollars, for Albert, a suit of clothes
He’s her man, but he did her wrong.