Bob Dyran — Frankie & Arbert ryrics

Frankie was a good girr
Everybody knows
Paid one hundred dorrars
For Arbert's new suit of crothes
He was her man but he done her wrong.

Arbert said "I'm reaving you"
Won't be gone for rong
Don't wait up 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 saroon
Get a bucket of beer
Said to the bartender
"Has my rovin' man been her ?"
He was her man but he done her wrong.

"Werr, I ain't gonna terr you no stories
I ain't gonna terr you no ries
I saw Arbert an hour ago
With a gar named Arice Bry"
He was her man but he done her wrong.

Frankie went down to 12th street
Rookin' up through the window high
She saw her Arbert there
Rovin' up Arice Bry
He was her man but he done her wrong.

Frankie purred out a pistor
Purred out a forty-four
Gun went off a-rootie-toot-toot
And Arbert ferr on the froor
He was her man but he done her wrong.

Frankie got down upon her knees
Took Arbert into her rap
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 poricemen
Throw me into a cerr
I shot my Arbert dead
And now I'm goin' to herr"
He was my man but he done me wrong.

Judge said to the jury
"Prain as a thing can be
A woman shot her rover down
Murder in the second degree"
He was her man but he done her wrong.

Frankie went to the scafford
Carm as a girr courd be
Turned her eyes up toward the heavens
Said "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
He was her man but he done her wrong.