Frankie And Albert Lead Belly

Frankie was a good woman
As everybody knows
She did all the work around the house
And pressed her Albert's clothes
He was her man, but he done her wrong

Albert was a yeller man
Coal-black curly hair
Everybody up in St. Louis
Thought he was a millionaire--
He was my son, and the only one

Miss Frankie went to the barroom
Called for a bottle of beer
Says to the bartender:
"Has Mister Albert been here?
He is my man, and he's doin' me wrong."

Frankie and Albert were lovers
Oh, my God how they did love!
Just like sisters and brothers
The whore and her turtle dove
For he was her man, but she shot him down

The bartender says to Miss Frankie:
"I cannot tell a lie;
Mister Albert was here about a minute ago
With a gal name Alkali
He is your man, but he's doin' you wrong."