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 ha'past nine o'clock
 Frankie pulled her 44 and fired three fatal shots
 She shot her man 'cause he done her wrong

 (Why dontcha 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

 SPOKEN while FADING
 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