| She was just seventeen but see was all woman
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| When ol' Frank slipped the ring on her hand
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| My God he was wealthy, owned half of the county
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| But he’d never sixty again
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| After ten years of heaven and long nights of love
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| His old heart couldn’t keep up the pace
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| But friend you can bet that he had no regret
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| Ol' Frank ran one hell of a race
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| She cried all the way to chapel
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| Like she really cared for ol' Frank
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| She cried all the way to the grave where he layed
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| Then she smiled all the way to the bank
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| He had bought her big diamonds, long limosine
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| As she taught him what happiness meant
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| Lord, he’d spent a fortune on his prize possession
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| And to him she was worth every cent
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| Now ol' Frank is gone and the whole town’s still talkin'
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| They say what she did was disgrace
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| There are many who think that she killed poor ol' Frank
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| But he died with a smile on his face
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| She cried all the way to chapel
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| Like she really cared for ol' Frank
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| She cried all the way to the grave where he layed
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| Then she smiled all the way to the bank
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| She cried all the way to the grave where he layed
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| Then she smiled all the way to the bank… |