One time my papa had a horse, his name was Frankie Jean
 Man, that's the running'est horse the world I ever seen
 And it just do me good to ride old Frankie Jean
 And it do you good to sit and listen at him sometimes
 When he's coming down that plank road, almost making his feet talk
 Man, that's the singlest-footing horse the world I ever seen
 Something kind of like this:

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 Go on, Frankie Jean, go on
 I had him out with me once and he got loose
 I couldn't catch him to save my life
 I called Frankie Jean and I called him
 He didn't seem to pay me no mind
 I went and told my papa, "How would you do if you want to catch a horse?"
 He said, "How did you do?"
 I said, "I called mine; called Frankie Jean and called him
 He didn't seem to pay me no attention"
 Said, "That's a horse, you can't, you didn't call him right
 You must whistle when you want your horse to come to you
 Something like this:"

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 Then he come single-footing to me
 So I took him out again; he got loose from me
 I called him and called him
 He didn't seem to pay me no attention
 I thought about what papa said
 You's a horse, I must whistle for you, something like this:

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 Then he comes single-footing to me
 I had him out on a race once
 I had $5000 betting on Frankie Jean
 Folks, I wasn't scared at all, 'cause I know he wasn't going to let me lose
 'Fore he let me lose, he'd run off all of his shoes
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 Go on, Frankie Jean