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sano is right that most of the thread mentions songs that are not so much anti-love (Love Stinks!!! nails that hide to the wall), but rather songs about broken hearts.

However, this one was waaaaay earlier than any other listed and for me it does Rule Them All:

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts,
Oh Lordy, how they did love.
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above.
He was her man,
But he was doin' her wrong.

Frankie went down to the corner,
Just for a bucket of beer,
She says, "Mr Bartender,
has my loving Johnny been here?
He's my man,
Is he doing me wrong?"

"I don't wanna cause you no trouble.
I ain't gonna tell you no lie.
I saw your lover an hour ago
with a gal named Nellie Bligh.
He is your man,
and he's doing you wrong."

Frankie looked over the transom, and
She saw to her surprise,
There on the cab sat Johnny,
Making love to Nellie Bligh.
He is my man, and he's doing me wrong.

Frankie drew back her kimono,
Took out a little .44,
Rutty too too, three times,
She shot through that Hardwood door.
She shot her man, he was doing her wrong.

Bring out the rubber tied buggy, and
bring out the rubber tied hack,
I'm taking my man to the graveyard,
but I ain't gonna Bring him back.
Lord, he was my man, and he's done me wrong.

Bring out a thousand policemen.
Bring 'em around today,
And lock me down in the dungeon cell,
and throw that key away.
I shot my man, he was doing me wrong.

Frankie she said to the warden,
"What are they going to do?"
The warden he said to Frankie,
"It's the electric chair for you!
'Cuz you shot your man, 'cuz he was doing you wrong."

This story has no moral.
This story has no end.
This story just goes to show
That there ain't no good in man.
He was her man, and he'd done her wrong

When I was five years old Mom went to a garage sale where she found and bought a pretty good used 78 and 45 record player with a crate of old recordings. I was allowed to play it, and they expected I'd play the family collection of children's songs. They were amazed when instead I went mad for a bunch of Los Angeles' Central Avenue 'Negro' songs, a mix of jazz, spirituals, folk, and gospel recordings mostly from the 20's into the 40's -- "Roll dem Bones", "Shadrack Mishach and Abednego", "dem Bones gonna Rise Again", and my favorite, a recording by an unknown Los Angeles woman singing "Frankie and Johnny" in the style of Bessie Smith. Mu older brother taught me how to mime using a pistol for the "rutty too too three times" quite convincingly. I wish I could find the recording, or even any written record of who it was and when where recorded.

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