Frankie & Johnny

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts

Lordy, how they could love

Swore to be true to each other

Yeah, true to the skies above

He was her man, wouldn't do her no wrong

And Frankie and Johnny went walkin'

And Johnny had on a new suit

Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes

Just to make her man look cute

He was her man, he wouldn't do her no wrong

Frankie went over to the barroom

Stopped for a bottle of beer

Said to the old bartender man

"Has my lover Johnny man been here?"

"He was my man, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong."

Yeah, Frankie looked over the transom door

And there to her great surprise

There sat her lover man Johnny

Makin' love to Nellie Bly

He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong

Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono dress

And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44

She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him

And through that hardwood (door) floor

Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was her man)

Well, but he been doin' her wrong yeah

He said," roll me over so careful ah

Roll me over so slow,

Oh roll me off to my left hand side,

Because your bullet hurt me so,

I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong."

Play it Chris!

[Instrumental & trombone & guitar solo]

Well, they sent for Frankie's mother

Come down to Huddie's saloon

To see what's the matter with her boy

She come down, Frankie looked up at her

Here what she said:

She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please

Well I killed your lovin' son, Johnny

But I'm down on my bended knee

I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong ah'.

She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie,

She said, I'll forgive you not, not

For killin' lovin' son Johnny,

He's the only support that I've got,

'Lord, you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong."

Well, the last time I seen Frankie

She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell

She would be there lonely, herself

With no one there to care

She shot her man, a-he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long

You gotta bring out your pony and trap

Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery (graveyard)

And he ain't never coming back

Well, he was her man

Oh, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Well, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy

But the story ain't got no end

Well, the story only goes to show

That there ain't no damn good in men!

She shot her man (he was her man)

But he was doin' her wrong

Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba.

Woo!

Thank you very much.