| Frankie and Johnnie were sweet hearts. |
| They had a quarrel one day.
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| Johnny vowed he would leave her.
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| He said he was going away. |
| Never coming home. |
| Goin' away to roam.
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| «My love, Johnny, please stay. |
| Now, oh, my honey, I’ve done you wrong but
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| please don’t go away.»
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| Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried.
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| Chorus:
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| «Oh, I’m a-going away. |
| I’m a-goin' to stay. |
| Never coming home. |
| You’re gonna
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| miss me, honey, in the days to come
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| When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up And when you think of the way, you’re gonna wish me back, your lovin' man,
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| You’re gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say’s to come.»
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| Frankie done said to her Johnny, «Now man your hour done come.»"
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| Cause from behind her kimono she drew her forty-four gun.
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| «These love affairs are hard to bear!»
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| Johnny, he fled down the stairway. |
| «My love, Frankie, don’t shoot!
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| «Frankie done aimed the forty-four
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| While the town went rooty-toot-toot. |
| As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,
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| (Chorus)
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| «Send for your rubber tired hearses. |
| Send for your rubber tired hacks.
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| Carry old Johnny to the graveyard, I’ve shot him in the back
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| With a great big gun as the preacher begun.
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| Send for some policeman to take me right away. |
| Lock me down in the dungeon cell
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| and throw the key away.
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| My Johnny’s dead because he said.
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| (Chorus) |