Frankie was a good girl   Everybody knows   Paid one hundred dollars   For Albert's new suit of clothes   He was her man that done her wrong      Albert said, "I'm leaving you"   Won't be gone for long   Don't wait up for me   A-worry about me when I'm gone   He was her man but he done her wrong      Frankie went down to the corner saloon   Get a bucket of beer   Said to the bartender   "Has my lovin' man been here?"   He was her man but he done her wrong      "Well, I ain't gonna tell you no story   I ain't gonna tell you no lie   I saw Albert an hour ago   With a gal named Alice Bly"   If he is her man he done her wrong      Frankie went down to 12th street   Look up through the window high   She saw her Albert there   Lovin' up Alice Bly   He was her man, he would done her wrong      Frankie pulled out a pistol   Pulled out a forty-four   Gun went off a-rootie-toot-toot   And Albert fell on the floor   He was her man but he done her wrong      Frankie got down upon her knees   Took Albert into her lap   Started to hug and kiss him   But there was no bringin' him back   He was her man, he done her wrong      Gimme a thousand policemen   Throw me into a cell   I shot my Albert dead   And now I'm goin' to hell   He was my man but he done me wrong      Judge said to the jury   "Plain as a thing can be   A woman shot her lover down   Murder in the second degree"   He was her man but he done her wrong      Frankie went to the scaffold   Calm as a girl could be   Turned her eyes up toward the heavens   Said "Near my God, to Thee"   He was her man but he done her wrong