Little Frankie went down to the barroom She asked for a glass of beer She said, 'Hey, bartender, has my Johnny been here? He's my man but he's done me wrong' The bartender said, 'Frankie, ya know I won't tell ya no lie He left here about a minute ago with a gal named Alice Fry He's your man, but he's doin' you wrong' Frankie was a good little woman, surely everybody knows She paid one hundred dollars for Johnny's new suit of clothes She loved her man but he done her wrong Well then Frankie went down Broadway with a razor in her hand She said, 'Stand back, all you women, I'm here for my cheatin' man Yes, he's my man but he's done me wrong' It was on a Friday mornin' about a half past nine o'clock Frankie pulled her .44 and fired three fatal shots She shot her man 'cause he done her wrong (Why don't cha run, Frankie?) They said (Frankie why don't you run?) 'Cause here come the Chief Of Police with the .44 smokeless gun You killed your man, we know he done you wrong Yeah, he done you wrong, Frankie You shoulda shot him forty times I'm a witness, Frankie, I was there When you shot that man I saw