Frankie and Albert

Well, Frankie went down to Albert's house, "How late Albert been here?"
Oh, Albert's sittin' down, some cheap gal's lap, buyin' some cheap gal's beer
Say, he was my man, but he done me wrong

Well, Frankie, she called Albert, she called him some two, three times
Look down that road 'bout a quarter block, you mighta seen little Albert flyin'
Say, he was my man but he done me wrong

Well, Frankie, she was a good ol' gal that everybody know
She would pay one half a hundred for the makin' of her man's clothes
Say, he was my man but he done me wrong

Well Frankie went down to the court house to hear little Albert tried
Oh, Albert was convicted, Frankie hung her head and cried
Say, he was my man but he done me wrong

Can you remember all last Sunday, twenty-fifth day of May?
You 'buked me and you cursed me, oh baby, all that day
Say, he was my man but he done me wrong

Says it's some gon' give you a nickel, and it's some gon' give you a dime
But I'm gon' give you a smilin' too, for I know you was a man of mine
Kill her man, go kill her man

Well, Frankie went to the cemetery, fell down on her knees
Oh Lord, will you forgive me and give my poor heart ease
Say, you was my man but you done me wrong

Well, Frankie's mother come runnin', come a-whoopin', screamin' and cryin'
Oh Lord, oh Lord, my only son is dyin'
She killed her man, yes she killed her man