| One time my papa had a horse, his name was Frankie Jean
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| Man, that’s the running’est horse the world I ever seen
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| And it just do me good to ride old Frankie Jean
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| And it do you good to sit and listen at him sometimes
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| When he’s coming down that plank road, almost making his feet talk
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| Man, that’s the singlest-footing horse the world I ever seen
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| Something kind of like this
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| Go on, Frankie Jean, go on
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| I had him out with me once and he got loose
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| I couldn’t catch him to save my life
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| I called Frankie Jean and I called him
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| He didn’t seem to pay me no mind
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| I went and told my papa, «How would you do if you want to catch a horse?»
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| He said, «How did you do?»
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| I said, «I called mine; |
| called Frankie Jean and called him
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| He didn’t seem to pay me no attention»
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| Said, «That's a horse, you can’t, you didn’t call him right
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| You must whistle when you want your horse to come to you
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| Something like this
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| Then he come single-footing to me
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| So I took him out again; |
| he got loose from me
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| I called him and called him
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| He didn’t seem to pay me no attention
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| I thought about what papa said
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| You’s a horse, I must whistle for you, something like this
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| Then he comes single-footing to me
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| I had him out on a race once
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| I had $ 5000 betting on Frankie Jean
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| Folks, I wasn’t scared at all, 'cause I know he wasn’t going to let me lose
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| 'Fore he let me lose, he’d run off all of his shoes
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| Something like this
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| Go on, Frankie Jean |