My car goes Chicago
Every weekend to pick up some cargo
I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie
And turn the god damn radio down, thank you
Pull over
Count the money
But don't count the thirty in the glove box buddy
That's for to buy Lucille some clothes
Bang, bang, bang
Went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
Bang, bang, bang
Went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
He shot me down
He shot me down
He shot me down
Work zones double fines
Don't pass the double lines
Trailer McDonald's rest stop trailer double wide
I saw a man hit my mom one time, really
I hurt him so damn bad I had to hide in Jersey
Called my mama told her, in the dresser
There's ten or twenty dollars but there ain't no lesser
That's for to take my sister to the picture show
Bang, bang, bang
Went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
Bang, bang, bang
Went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
He shot me down
He shot me down
He shot me down
Slip make a fender shine
Frankie, you're a friend of mine
Got me off a bender after long legged Brenda died
I thought we might be on a roll this time, Frankie
I could have swore the box said Hollywood blanks but
You see my mama, please tell her
I left a little rock in a box in the cellar
That's for to wear till kingdom come
Bang, bang, bang
Went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
Bang, bang, bang
Went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
He shot me down
He shot me down
He shot me down
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