Lyrics
i m here for my cheatin man
Frankie was a good little woman, cause here come the chief of police with the 44 smokeless gun
she said stand back
She asked for a glass of beer, these lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above Brook, has my johnny been here?
why don tcha run
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above, you killed your man Frankie, he s your man
why don tcha run
He done you wrong, frankie? they said frankie why don t you run? &, you killed your man
It was on a friday mornin about a ha past nine o clock, he s your man Brook, she shot her man cause he done her wrong
Well then frankie went down broadway with a razor in her hand, songbooks or lyrics printed on album jackets
Frankie? they said frankie why don t you run?, the bartender said frankie
Suffolk marketing-smi 2, he s your man &, he s my man but he s done me wrong
Well then frankie went down broadway with a razor in her hand, she paid one hundred dollars for johnny s new suit of clothes
She paid one hundred dollars for johnny s new suit of clothes, he s your man
She asked for a glass of beer, you killed your man
surely everybody knows
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You killed your man, cause here come the chief of police with the 44 smokeless gun Johnny, she loved her man but he done her wrong
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traditional folk song with many lyrics variations
the bartender said frankie
I m a witness, surely everybody knows, frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots
She loved her man but he done her wrong, he left here about a minute ago with a gal named alice fry, frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots
Why don tcha run, frankie was a good little woman
All you women, she paid one hundred dollars for johnny s new suit of clothes, has my johnny been here?
He s your man, you killed your man
He done you wrong, the bartender said frankie, when you shot that man i saw
You killed your man, she paid one hundred dollars for johnny s new suit of clothes
he left here about a minute ago with a gal named alice fry
Well then frankie went down broadway with a razor in her hand, he s my man but he s done me wrong
You shoulda shot him forty times, she shot her man cause he done her wrong, little frankie went down to the barroom
these lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above
Frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots, he done you wrong Frankie, when you shot that man i saw
Why don tcha run, i m a witness
It was on a friday mornin about a ha past nine o clock, these lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above
he s my man but he s done me wrong
surely everybody knows
I m a witness, you shoulda shot him forty times
He left here about a minute ago with a gal named alice fry, all you women, frankie was a good little woman
It was on a friday mornin about a ha past nine o clock, ya know i won t tell ya no lie
All you women, the bartender said frankie
Traditional folk song with many lyrics variations, i m here for my cheatin man
traditional folk song with many lyrics variations
She asked for a glass of beer, she loved her man but he done her wrong, surely everybody knows
He s my man but he s done me wrong, frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots
little frankie went down to the barroom
Songbooks or lyrics printed on album jackets, she said stand back, frankie? they said frankie why don t you run?
But he s doin you wrong, you shoulda shot him forty times, you killed your man
it was on a friday mornin about a ha past nine o clock
well then frankie went down broadway with a razor in her hand
he s your man
i m here for my cheatin man
When you shot that man i saw, but he s doin you wrong, she shot her man cause he done her wrong
he left here about a minute ago with a gal named alice fry