And the gun went rootie-toot...
He was her man,
But he done her wrong.
You forgot the rest of the song:
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Bring out a thousand policemen, bring 'em around today
To lock me down in the dungeon cell, and throw that key away
I shot my man, he was doing me wrong
Frankie she said to the warden what are they going to do
The warden he said to Frankie, it's electric chair for you
Cause you shot your man, he was doing you wrong
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They fried her ... and rightly so.
You left out the last lines:
This story has no moral.
This story has no end.
This story only goes to show
That there ain't no good in men.
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong.