| G | |
| Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts |
| They were true as a blue, blue sky |
| C | |
| He was a long-legged guitar-picker |
| G | |
| With a wicked, wondering | eye |
| D | G | |
| But he was her | man nearly all of the | time |
| Well Johnny he packed up a leaven' |
| But he promised he'd be back |
| C | |
| He | said he had a little picking' to do |
| G | |
| A little further down the | track |
| D | G | |
| He said,"I'm your | man, I wouldn't do you w | rong" |
| Well Frankie curled up on the sofa |
| Thinkin' about her man |
| C | G | |
| Far away couples were dancin' to the music of his | band |
| D | G | |
| He was Frankie's m | an he wasn't doin' her w | rong |
| Then in the front door walked a redhead |
| Johnny saw her right away |
| C | G | |
| She c | ame down by the bandstand to watch him while he p | layed |
| D | G | |
| He was Frankie's m | an but she was far | away |
| He sang another song to the redhead |
| She smiled back at him |
| C | |
| Then he | came and sat at her table |
| G | |
| Where the lights were low and | dim |
| D | G | |
| What Frankie didn't | know wouldn't hurt her | none |
| Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him |
| She slapped him a time or two |
| C | G | |
| She s | aid,"I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on | you" |
| D | G | |
| "If you're her | man you'd better treat her | right" |
| Well the moral of this story |
| Is be good but carry a stick |
| C | |
| Sometimes it looks like a guitar-picker |
| G | |
| Just can't tell what to | pick |
| D | G | |
| He was Frankie's m | an and he still ain't done her w | rong |
| Enjoy! |