Frankie And Johnny

Well Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordie, how they could love They swore to be true to each other Yes, as true as the stars above He was her man, he wouldn't do her wrong Well Frankie and Johnny went walkin' Johnny had on a new suit Frankie spent one hundred dollars Just to make her man look cute He was her man He wouldn't do her wrong Well, Frankie said I'm gonna leave you But I won't be very long Don't you wait up for me, honey Don't you worry while I'm gone I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong So Frankie walked down to the huddie saloon And she called for a bottle of beer She said to the old Bartender man Has my loving Johnny man been here He's my man, he wouldn't do me wrong, so wrong He said I don't want to cause you no trouble Well, I don't wanna tell you no lie But I seen your Johnny Makin' love with Nellie Blie He was your man, but he's been doin' you wrong, so wrong So Frankie walked over to the transom door And then to her great surprise There sat her lovin' Johnny Making love with Nellie Blie He was her man, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong So Frankie lifted up her kimono dress Drew out her little 44 Rum-tum-tum, three times she shot him Right through the hardwood door She shot her man, he was doin' her wrong, so wrong He said roll me over so careful Roll me over so slow Roll me onto my left side Your bullets have hurt me so I'm your man, but I been doin' you wrong, so wrong (They sent for Frankie's mother Who came down to Huddie's saloon Wanting to know what was the matter with her boy) Johnny said Oh Mrs Johnson See what your son has done No thumpin, no stompin' Your lovely Johnny boy been shot I was your man, but I been doin' her wrong, so wrong She said Oh Mrs Johnson Oh forgive me please I've killed your lovely son Johnny But I'm down on my bended knee I shot your man, but he were doin' me wrong, so wrong She said I forgive you Frankie She said I forgive you not Oh, you killed my lovin' son Johnny He the only support I got You shot my man, and he were doin' you wrong, so wrong Last time I seen Frankie She was sittin' in a dungeon cell Lord, a-weepin', Lord, a-moanin' 'Cause her soul was goin' down to hell She shot her man, he be doin' her wrong, so wrong She said now bring out your rubber tired hearses Bring out your pony and trap I'm gonna take my Johnny to the graveyard I ain't gonna bring him back He was my man but he was doin' me wrong, so wrong Well this story ain't have no moral Well this story ain't got no end This story only goes to show There no damn good in a man She shot her man, but he was doin' her wrong