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THE BARTENDER'S GUIDE AND SONG BOOK

F rankie w en t dow n to t lze corner, Ju st for a bucket of beer,

S he said ,

" Olz,

H r. B art ender, H as

111.1

lovi11' Joh11nie been here'!

He is m y man, A nd

he

w ouldn' t do me w rong."

" I

d on' t want to cause you

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trouble,

I

don' t want to t ell you

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lie,

B ut

I

saw yo ur lov er half an hour ago, 'f!Vit lz

a

girl na111 ed Sally

Bly.

He is your man, Bu t he' s doing

.!'OU

wrong ."

Frankie wen t dow n to t he pawn-shop, Sh e bought herselj a little fort y-fo ur,

Sh e aimed it at th e ceil ing, Ll11d shot a big hole in the flo or,

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here is

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man '!

[-{e's doing me w rong."

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F rankie

w ent

dow n to the Hotel, She rang that Ho tel bell,

"Sta11d back, all of you chippies, Or

I'll

blow you all t o

hell.

I

want my 111a11, H e's do iti' me w rong."

Fran!.:ie loo ked over the tra11som,

A

11d

there to her great surprise,

Ye.r,

th ere

in

the room sat Jol11111 ie,

Alfakin'

lo ve to Sally Bly,

H e w as her

man,

etc.

Frankie threw back her k imono, She took out the little for ty-f our,

Roota-toot-toot, three times she shot, Right through the hardw ood door,

She shot her

111011 ,

Because he done her wrong.

Roll me ov er easy, Roll me w ry slow,

R oll me 011er easy, bo.11s, ' Cau se my w ounds tlie.1• hurt me

so.

But

I

was rour man , Ll11 d

I

done

.11011

w ro11g."

"Bring out your rubber-tired carriage, Bring out your rubber-tired

hack,

I'm

go ing to take my

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to the cemetery, And

I

ain't a-goin' to bring him

~11cl,

F or he was my man, And he do11e me w rong."

Oh, bring ' round a thousand poliamm, Bring 'em arotmd to-day,

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lo ck me in that dungeon, And throw the key away,

I shot

mJ1

man, ' Cause he done me wrong.

Yes,

put

me in

that dungeon,

Oh,

put me in t hat cell,

P ut me where t he northeast

wind

Blows from dow n southeast

<>f

hell.

I

shot my man, etc.

I've

sav ed

up

a little bit of mone.1•,

I'll

sav e

up a

little bit more,

I'll

send it all to his widow, Ll nd say it's fro m t'lie w oma11 next door.

He

was my

m a ll,

etc.

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