Frankie and Johnny
AFrankie and Johnny were lovers.Oh lordy, how they could A7 love.
They D7 swore to be true to each other,
Just as true as the stars a- Above.
He was her E – D7 – Aman, but he done her wrong.
1. Frankie and Johnny were lovers,
Oh Lordy how they could love.
They swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
2. Frankie, she was a good woman,
As everybody knows,
Spent a hundred dollars
Just to buy her man new clothes.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
3. Frankie went down to the corner
Just for a bucket of beer,
Said, »Mr. Bartender,
Has my loving Johnny been here?«
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
4. »No, I don’t want to tell you no stories,
And I don’t want to tell you no lies,
I saw your man about an hour ago
With a girl named Nellie Bligh.«
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
5. Frankie went down to the drugstore,
She went to buy a gun.
She said, »Oh, Mr. Drugstore man,
I want that big and shiny one.
He is my man, but he is doing me wrong.«
6. Frankie, she went to the hotel,
She didn’t go there for fun,
Underneath her red kimono
She carried her fourty-four gun.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
7. Frankie looked over the transom,
To see what she could spy,
There sat Johnny on the sofa
Just loving up Nellie Bligh.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
8. Frankie got down from that high stool,
She didn’t want to see no more.
Rooty-toot-toot, three times she shot,
Right through that hardwood door.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
9. »Oh roll me over so easy,
Oh roll me over so slow.
Oh roll me over easy, boys,
For my wounds they hurt me so.
I am her man, but I was doing her wrong.«
10. Frankie got down on her knees,
Took Johnny into her lap.
She started to huddle and kiss him,
But there was no bringing him back.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
11. It was not murder in the first degree,
It was not murder in the third,
A woman simply dropped her man
Like a hunter drops a bird.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
12. The last time I saw Frankie,
She was sitting in the electric chair,
Waiting to go and meet her God
With sweat runnin’ out of her hair.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
13. This story has no moral,
This story has no end,
This story only goes to show,
That there ain’t no good in men.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.