Frankie was a good girl
Everybody knows
For Albert's new suite of clothes
He was her man but he done her wrong

Albert said: I'm leaving you
Won't be gone for long
Don't wait 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 stories
I ain't gonna tell you no lies
I saw Albert an hour ago
With a gal named Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong

Frankie went down to 12th Street
Lookin' up through the window high
She saw her Albert there
Lovein' up Alice Bly
He was her man but he 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 but 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 her 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 towards the heavens
Said: Nearer, my God, to Thee
He was her man but he done her wrong