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Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend
We were partners in a business down on C and 7th
Nothin' ever got this good brother down
He was a real live wire in an electric townFrankie started hangin' with an uptown girl
A Harlem lady in the social whirl
On Saturday night he'd put on his best clothes
And go out steppin' with his Black RoseNow Frankie went upstate for a couple of years
A guest of the nation and he was in tears
He called me up, he said, "Hey friend of mine
I got one favor to ask you while I'm doin' my time"She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
She the blood that flow right through me
So don't be messin' with my Black RoseKeep your hands off my Black Rose
My Black Rose, he don't own yaWhile Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl
Continued to spiral in her social whirl
So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said
"Hey, babe, you doin' anythin' 'round about 11?"She said, "Uh uh", in her uptown voice
So we met at Beirut for cocktails and ice

When she crossed that room in her tight red dress
I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I have to confessShe said, "Hey, best friend, let's go back to my place
I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face"
But it rained on the way back to her house
And when she closed the door she took off her blouseShe's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
Next thing I know, I'm whisperin' sweet nothin's
Lyin' in bed with my Black RoseI'm makin' love to my Black
My Black Rose, he don't own yaSo stay with me tonight
At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe
With the sweat on my brow
How could she sleepSo deep, so sweet, as calm as a rock
While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock
Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread
The word leaked out, I'd be better off deadBut in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold
And drain all the poison from my soul
Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce
Another terminal man waitin' for his busHere come Frankie with his head all shaved
Is that a piece in his pocket or is it a blade
Now I'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt
With a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurtI don't wanna go to heaven, I been there before
Just spent two years in paradise with my Black RoseShe's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
When you go and find her body
Bury me next to my Black RoseStill in love with my Black Rose
She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose
You won't be makin' love to my Black
My Black Rose, he don't own yaSo stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life
Roisin Dubh, me no can get over you
A time is in me mind no matter what I do
Roisin Dubh me no can get over youNow Frankie comin' back and I know that I am through
Mister Frankie Diamond tell me do the right thingWatch his girl while he away at Sing Sing
But me and Rosie, we have a little fling
Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring
Wicked trouble it will bring, Lord have mercy

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If anyone is left standing, it’ll be Black 47. The band is celebrating an astonishing 20 years of rocking the world with the Celtic-influenced genre it pioneered, not to mention championing various political and social issues. Known for its partying as much as its politics, Black 47 has released 13 albums on major and indie labels, toured the world and blown the genre of Celtic rock wide open for many a band to follow.



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