| Frankie and Johnny was sweethearts, 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, he wouldn’t do her wrong
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| Frankie went down to the corner, just for a bucket of beer
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| She says, 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 cause you no trouble, I ain’t gonna tell you no lie
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| I saw your lover an hour ago with a gal named Nellie Bligh
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| He was your man, but he’s doing you wrong
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| Frankie looked over the transom, she saw to her surprise
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| There on a cot sat Johnny, making love to Nellie Bligh
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| He is my man, and he’s doing me wrong
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| Frankie drew back her kimono, she took out a little 44
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| Rooty toot toot, three times she shot, right through that hardwood door
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| Shot her man, he was doing her wrong
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| Bring out the rubber tied buggy, bring out the rubber tied hack
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| I’m taking my man to the graveyard, but I ain’t gonna bring him back
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| Lord, he was my man, and he done me wrong
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| Bring out a thousand policemen, bring 'em around today
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| To lock me down in the dungeon cell, and throw that key away
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| I shot my man, he was doing me wrong
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| Frankie she said to the warden what are they going to do
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| The warden he said to Frankie, it’s electric chair for you
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| Cause you shot your man, he was doing you wrong
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| This story has no moral, this story has no end
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| This story just goes to show, that there ain’t no good in men
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| He was her man, and he done her wrong |