| Frankie and johnny were sweethearts
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| Lordy, how they could love
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| Swore to be true to each other
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| Yeah, true to the skies above
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| He was her man, wouldn’t do her no wrong
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| And frankie and johnny went walkin'
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| And johnny had on a new suit
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| Yeah, frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes
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| Just to make her man look cute
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| He was her man, he wouldn’t do her no wrong
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| Frankie went over to the barroom
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| Stopped for a bottle of beer
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| Said to the old bartender man
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| Has my lover johnny man been here?
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| He was my man, lord, but he’d been doin' me wrong, so wrong
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| Yeah frankie looked over the transom door
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| And then to her great surprise
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| There sat her lover man johnny
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| Makin' love to nellie bly
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| He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
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| Well frankie lifted up her kimono dress
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| And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
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| She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him
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| And through that hardwood (door) floor
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| Yeah she shot her man (yeah he was her man)
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| Well but he been doin' her wrong yeah
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| He said, roll me over so careful ah
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| Roll me over so slow
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| Oh roll me on to my left hand side
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| Because your bullet hurt me so
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| I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong
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| Play it chris!
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| (instrumental)
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| Well they sent for frankie’s mother
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| Come down to huddy’s saloon
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| To see what’s the matter with her boy
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| She come down, frankie looked up at her
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| Here what she said:
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| She said, oh mrs. |
| johnson, oh forgive me please
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| Well I killed your lovin' son, johnny
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| But I’m down on my bended knee
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| I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong. |
| ah
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| She said, I’ll forgive you frankie
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| She said, I’ll forgive you not, not
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| For killin' my lovin' son johnny
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| He’s the only support that I’ve got
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| 'cause you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong
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| Well the last time I seen frankie
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| She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
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| She would be there moanin', herself
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| With no one there to care
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| She shot her man, a he’d been doin' her wrong, so wrong
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| Well bring out the overtime hearse all day long
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| You gotta bring out the pony and truck hey
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| They’re gonna take johnny, johnny to the cemetary (graveyard)
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| And they ain’t never coming back
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| Oh he was her man, oh but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong
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| Well the story ain’t got no moral, lordy
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| But the story ain’t got no end
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| Well the story only goes to show
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| That there ain’t no damn good in men
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| He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
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| Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba |