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(Frankie's) Intro
00:37
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Frankie & Albert
04:40
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Frankie was a fine young girl
Everybody knows
Paid 100 dollars for Albert's suit of clothes
He was her man but he done her wrong
Albert said, "I'm leaving you
I won't be gone for long
Don't wait up for me
A-worry about me when I'm gone"
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the bar
It weren't for a bottle of beer
Said to the bartender
"Has my Albert been here?"
He was her man but he done her wrong
Ain't gonna tell you no stories
I ain't gonna tell you no lies
Saw Albert an hour ago
With a gal named Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to 12th street
Lookin' in through the windows
She saw her Albert there
A-Lovin' up Alice Bly
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie pulled out a pistol
Pulled out a 44
Gun went off a rooty-toot-toot
And Albert fell on the floor
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie got down to her knees
Took his head in her lap
Started to hug and kiss him
But there was no bringin' him back
He was her man but now he's gone
Gimme a thousand policemen
Throw me in a cell
I shot my Albert dead
And now I'm goin' to hell
He was her man but he done me wrong
Judge said to the jury
"Plain as a thing can be
Woman shot her lover down
Murder in the second degree"
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went to the scaffold
Calm as a girl could be
Cast her eyes towards the heavens
Said, "Near my God, to thee"
He was her man but he done her wrong
It was her man
Done her wrong
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3. |
Simple Twist Of Fate
04:09
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They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
'Twas then he felt alone
And wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
With a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night
Hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat up shade
Where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup
Another blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all come in
Maybe she'll pick him out again
How long must he wait?
One more time for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring
But I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate
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Long Journey Home
03:17
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Black smoke's a-rising and it surely is a train
Surely is a train boys, surely is a train
Black smoke's a-rising and it surely is a train
I'm on my long journey home
Lost all my money but a two dollar bill
Two dollar bill boys, two dollar bill
Lost all my money but a two dollar bill
I'm on my long journey home
Homesick and lonesome and I'm feeling kind of blue
Feeling kind of blue, boys, feeling kind of blue
Homesick and lonesome and I'm feeling kind of blue
I'm on my long journey home
It's dark and a-raining and I've got to go home
Got to go home, boys, got to go home
It's dark and a-raining and I've got to go home
I'm on my long journey home
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5. |
He Was A Friend Of Mine
02:39
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He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Never had no money
Paid for his fines
He was friend a friend of mine
He died on the road
He died on the road
Never had no money
Paid for his board
He was a friend of mine
He never done no wrong
He never done no wrong
He was just a poor boy
A long long way from home
He was a friend of mine
I stole away and cried
I stole away and cried
Never had no money
And I can't be satisfied
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
When I hear his name
You know, I just can't keep from crying
He was a friend of mine
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