FRANKIE BAKER  [Frankie & Albert]

[Frankie & Johnny]





Frankie was a good girl, 

As everybody knows, 

She paid a hundred dollar bill

For a suit of Albert’s clothes,

Because she loved him so, because she loved him so.



Frankie went down the Broadway

With a razor in her hand;

Saying, “Stand back, you loving girls,

I’m looking for my gambling man!”

Oh, he’s my man won’t treat me right.”



Frankie went to the gin house,

And called for a glass of gin;

Calling out to the gin-well keeper:

“I’m goin’ to get drunk agin, 

Oh, he’s my man, won’t treat me right.”



Frankie went to the bar-room,

And called for a glass of beer;

Calling out to the bar-room tender;

“Have you seen Albert here?”

Oh, he’s my man, won’t treat you right.”



The bar-room tender said to Frankie,

“Oh, girl, I’ll tell no lie,

Albert left here a moment ago

With a girl called Alice Frye,

So he’s your man, won’t treat you right.”



Frankie went to the pool-room,

Started in at the pool-room door;

There she spied her gambling man,

Standing in the middle of the floor. 

“Oh, there’s my man, won’t treat me right.”



“Oh, come to me a little Albert,

I’m not calling you in fun;

If you don’t come to the one you love,

I’ll shoot you with your own gun,

For you’re my man, won’t treat me right.”



Little Albert ran around the table, 

And fell down on his knees;

Callin out to his loving wife, 

“Don’t shoot me, Frankie, please, 

For I’m your man, won’t treat you right.”