| Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts | 
| Boy, how they could love! | 
| Swore to be true to each other | 
| True as the stars above! | 
| 'Cause he was her man | 
| But he done her wrong! | 
| One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel; | 
| Just casually glanced into a window so high | 
| And who did she see but her lovin' man | 
| Lovin' up old Nellie Bligh! | 
| She caught her man | 
| Doin' her wrong! | 
| Well, she went round the corner to her favourite pawn shop; | 
| This time she didn’t go there for fun! | 
| 'Cause when she left, underneath her long red kimono | 
| She was totin' a forty-four gun! | 
| She was gunnin' for her man | 
| Who was doin' her wrong! | 
| Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel | 
| Started yankin' the bell! | 
| She said, «Stand back, you madam and floozies | 
| Or I’ll blow each and every one of you straight to hell! | 
| I want my man | 
| Who’s done me wrong!» | 
| Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase | 
| Screamin', «Oh Frankie, don’t shoot!» | 
| Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun | 
| The gun went, «Root-toot-toot!» | 
| She nailed her man | 
| Who’d done her wrong! | 
| So they put her away in a dungeon | 
| Way up in a dark dingy cell | 
| In the south east corner of a jail | 
| Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell! | 
| For killin' her man | 
| Who done her wrong! | 
| But the day Frankie mounted the scaffold | 
| She was just as calm as any gal could be! | 
| And raising her eyes to heaven she cried | 
| «Lord, I’m comin' to thee! | 
| I’m sorry I killed my man | 
| Who done me wrong!» | 
| Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts | 
| Boy, how they could love! | 
| Swore to be true to each other |