Frankie was a good girl As everybody knows She paid a hundred dollar bill For a suit of Albert's clothes Just because she loved him so Frankie went down to the bartender She called for a bottle of beer She whispered to the bartender "Has Albert been here? He is my man and he won't come home" "I'm not going to tell you no story I'm not going to tell you lies He left about an hour ago With a girl called Alice Fry He is your man and he won't come home" Frankie went back to her house As hard as she could run And right under her apron Concealed a smokeless gun "He is my man but he won't come home" Frankie went to the pool house And knocked on the pool room door And there she saw the man she loved Standing in the middle of the floor "You are my man and you will come home" Albert ran round the table And fell down to his knees He hollowed out at Frankie: "Don't k** me if you please I'm your man and I've done you wrong" She stepped out in the back yard She heard a bull dog bark "That must be the man I love Slipping out into the dark He's my man but he done me wrong" Frankie went down to the river She looked from bank to bank Do all you can for a gambling man And still you get no thanks He's my man but he won't be for long "Turn me over, Frankie Turn me over slow Turn me on my right side My heart will over flow I'm your man and I've done you wrong" The took Frankie to the courthouse They sat her in a big arm chair She was listening for the judge to say: "Give her ninety-nine years She k**ed her man in the first degree" But the judge said to the jury: "Jury I can see Why she shot the man she love I think she ought to go free For a gambling man won't treat you right" Frankie walked out on the scaffold As brave as she could be "When I shot the man I loved I k**ed in the first degree He's my man and I love him so" Now little Albert is buried And Frankie is by his side And cut into their tomb-stones: The Gambler and his Bride The Gambling man and his Bride