Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows She paid a hundred dollars for Albert's suit o' clothes He's her man an' he done her wrong Frankie went down to the corner saloon Upstairs somebody moaned She peeped through the keyhole in the door Spied Albert in Thelma's arms He's my man an' he's doin' me wrong Frankie called out to Albert, He pretended not to hear If you don't come to the woman you love Gonna haul you outa here You's my man an' you doin' me wrong Frankie shot poor Albert, Shot him three or four times Throwed down that smokin' gun As Albert lay there dyin' He was her man, but he done her wrong Frankie walked to the courthouse, Judge right by her side The judge says, Miss Frankie, Your crime is justified He was your man, but he done you wrong