| Now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
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| Oh Lord, how they did love
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| Swore to be true to each other true as the stars above
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| He was her man but he wouldn’t do her wrong
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| Now Frankie went down to the corner
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| Just for a bucket of beer
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| She said Mr Bartender has my loving Johnny been here
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| He’s my man, he wouldn’t do me wrong
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| I don’t want to cause you no trouble
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| Woman, I ain’t gonna lie
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| But I saw your lover an hour ago
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| With a girl named Nellie Blie
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| He’s your man but he’s doin' you wrong
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| Now Frankie looked over the transom
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| She saw to her surprise
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| There on the cab sat Johnny
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| Making love to Nellie Blie
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| He’s my man, but he’s doin' me wrong
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| Frankie threw back her comona
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| Took out her little 44
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| Rutty too-too three times she shot right through
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| That hardwood door
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| Shot her man, he was doin' her wro
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| Now bring out your rubber tired hearses
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| Bring out your rubber tired hack
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| I’m taken said the man to the graveyard
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| But only six of 'em called him back
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| He was my man but he done me wrong
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| Bring round a thousand policemen
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| Bring 'em around today
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| To lock me down in that dungeon cell
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| And throw that key away
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| I shot my man, he was doin' me wrong
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| Now Frankie she said to the warden
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| What are they goin' to do
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| The warden he said to Frankie
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| It’s the electric chair for you
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| You shot your man, he was doin' you wrong
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| Now this story has no moral
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| This story has no end
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| This story just goes to show
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| That there ain’t no good in man
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| He was her man, but he done her wrong |