Frankie Jean Songtext
von Bob Wills

One time, my papa had a horse
That was a single-footin′ a son of a gun you ever did see
Her name was Frankie Jean

One day, ol' Frankie Jean got loose
I called her and called her and called her
And she wouldn′t pay me no mind

I says, "Papa, how do you get a hold of ol' Frankie Jean when you wants to?"
I said, "Did you called her?" He said, "Huh-uh"
Said, "I whistles to her"
I said, "Well, how does you whistles to her?"
He said, "Somethin' like this..."


"Whistle in blues, boy"
One time, we put ol′ Frankie Jean on the race track
The gun fires and then it′s off
Here comes Frankie Jean 'round the first turn
Single-footin′ right along (single-footin')
Go on, Frankie Jean!

Frankie Jean got loose again one day
And I called her and called her and called her
And she wouldn′t pay me no mind
So I happened to think what my father told me
To don't ever call her, whistles to her
I said, "Well, how do you whistles?"
He said, "Somethin′ like this..."

Oh, dear!

Woah! Frankie Jean
Silly!