Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Oh, Lordy, how they could love
They swore to be true to each other
Just as true as the stars above
He was her man
But he'd done her wrong
Frankie went down to the corner,
she ordered a glass of beer
And said, please, Mr. Bartender,
has my lovin' Johnny been here?
He was my man, but he done me wrong
He done her wrong
I ain't gonna tell you no stories
And I ain't gonna tell you no lies
But I saw Johnny about an hour ago
Making love to Nellie Bly
He was your man
He was your man
But he's doing you wrong
He's doing you wrong
Frankie went back to the hotel,
she didn't go there for fun
Cause under her long kimono,
she toted her .44 gun
He was her man,
but he was doing her wrong
Frankie went down to the hotel
Looked in the window so high
That she saw her Johnny
Making love to Nellie Blythe
He was her man
But he was doing her wrong
Frankie threw back her kimono,
she took out her .44
Rudy took two, three times she shot,
right through that hardwood door
She shot her man,
cause he was doing the wrong
Bring out your rubber -tired buggy,
bring out your rubber -tired hat
They're taking her
Johnny to the graveyard
and they ain't gonna bring him back
She shot her man,
cause he was doing her wrong
She shot her man,
cause he was doing her wrong