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