(spoken:
One time my papa had a horse, his name was Frankie Jean
Man, that’s the running’est horse the world I ever seen
And it just do me good to ride old Frankie Jean
And it do you good to sit and listen at him sometimes
When he’s coming down that plank road, almost making his feet talk
Man, that’s the singlest-footing horse the world I ever seen
Something kind of like this:
(Instrumental break)
Go on, Frankie Jean, go on
I had him out with me once and he got loose
I couldn’t catch him to save my life
I called Frankie Jean and I called him
He didn’t seem to pay me no mind
I went and told my papa, «How would you do if you want to catch a horse?»
He said, «How did you do?»
I said, «I called mine; called Frankie Jean and called him
He didn’t seem to pay me no attention»