Frankie an
d Johnny were lovers,
oh, 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,
so wrong
Well, Johnny said, I've gotta go now,
I won't be very long
Don't you wait up for me, honey
Don't you worry while I'm gone
He was her man
But he done her wrong, so wrong
Well, Frankie went down
to the bar room
Ordered up a big glass of beer
Said, tell me the truth, Mr. Bartender
Has my Johnny Man been
here? know he's my man
He been doin' me wrong, so wrong
He said, I ain't gonna
tell you no stories,
ain't gonna tell you no lies,
your Johnny came by about an hour ago,
with that no good Nellie Bly,
I know he's your man,
he's been doing you wrong,
so wrong
Well Frankie drank up all her beer,
ordered up a big glass of gin,
said ain't it a shame
Mr. Bartender, I've taken to drinking again
on account of my man
Well, Frankie went out the dark alley
She didn't go there for fun
Under her sky blue kimono
She had a great big .44 gun
Through using her man
Well, Frankie went
down to the hotel
Looked in a window so high
There she saw her Johnny
Messin' round with Nellie Bly
He was her man
But he'd done her wrong,
so wrong
Well, Johnny saw Frankie comin'
Out the back door he did scoot
But Frankie took aim with her pistol
And the gun went rooty -toot -toot
He was her man
But he'd done her wrong, so wrong
Now, it wasn't murder
in the second degree
It wasn't murder in the third,
that woman just dropped her man,
like a hundred drops of bird,
he was her man.
But it done her wrong, so wrong,
well you better roll out those
rubber -tired carriages,
roll out those rubber -tired hacks.
They're taking poor Johnny
to that graveyard,
they'll never bring him back,
he was her man.
But he's done her wrong, so wrong,
so wrong
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