Frankie Dean was a vag'ant girl, 'most every body knows She paid one hundred dollars for Albert, a suit of clothes He's her man, he done her wrong Frankie went down to the pawn shop, she bought a Forty-Four "I'm goin' to kill that man, just as sure as I can find He's my man, he's doin' me wrong Frankie went down to the barroom, called for a glass of wine She asked, "Mr. bartender, have you seen that man of mine? He's my man, he's doin' me wrong" Bartender said, "A-little Frankie, says, I ain't gonna tell you no stories, says, I ain't gonna tell you no lies I saw your man about a hour ago with a girl named Alice Blye And he's your man, he's doin' you wrong" Frankie walked out to the barroom, she saw with her surprise She saw her loving Albert with a girl named Alice Blye "And he's my man, he's doin' me wrong" Frankie pulled out a little pistol, shot him right through the eye Said, she shot him once, she shot him twice, he's cried, "Don't take my life I'm your man, I've done you wrong" "Turn me over, little Frankie, turn me over slow Lord, that bullet in my head, how it pains me so You've killed your man, but I've done you wrong" Pull out your rubber-tired buggies, pull out your six-horse hacks She taken her man to the graveyard, but she could not bring him back "I've killed my man, but he done me wrong"