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