| Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
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| But he was doin' her wrong
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| He was doin' her wrong in a bad way
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| But she was good and strong
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| He was her man, but he was a jerk
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| Was in a hotel with Nellie Blye
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| And the gun went rooty-toot-toot
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| Shot the bastard in the heart
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| And ruined his nice suit
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| He was her man, but he was no damn good
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| So they took him up to the graveyard
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| And stuck him in the dirt
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| Which was oh-so very sad
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| And a waste of a nice clean shirt
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| He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
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| He had no idea what happened
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| He was waving hello to God
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| He died from eating squirrel
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| And they laid him in the sun
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| He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
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| So that was Frankie and Johnny
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| And that’s the end of my song
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| She put a hose in his tailpipe
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| 'Cause he had done her wrong
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| He was her man, and that’s all she wrote |