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Frankie And Johnny Burl Ives
[A]Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love
Sw[D]ore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies a[A]bove
He was her m[E]an, wouldn't do her no wr[A]ong
An[A]d Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit
Yeah, Fra[D]nkie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cut[A]e
He was her m[E]an, he wouldn't do her no wr[A]ong
Fran[A]kie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer
Said[D] to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been her[A]e?"
"He was my m[E]an, Lord, but he'd been doin' me w[A]rong, so wrong."
Yeah, Fr[A]ankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise
There s[D]at her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie B[A]ly
He was her m[E]an, but he was doin' her wr[A]ong
Well, Fr[A]ankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
She s[D]hot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood
do[A]or
Yeah, she shot her m[E]an (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wr[A]ong yeah
[A]He said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow,
O[D]h roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me [A]so,
I was your m[E]an, but I been doin' you wr[A]ong."
(Instrumental & trombone & guitar solo)
Well, they sent for Frankie's mother Come down to Huddie's saloon
To see what's the matter with her boy She come down, Frankie looked up at her
Here what she said:
Sh[A]e said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please
Well I ki[D]lled your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended k[A]nee
I shot your m[E]an, 'cause he was doin' me wr[A]ong ah'.
[A]She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not
For k[D]illin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've [A]got,
'Lord, you shot my [E]man and he was doin' you wr[A]ong."
[A]Well, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
She wo[D]uld be there lonely, herself With no one there to ca[A]re
She shot her m[E]an, a-he'd been doin' her w[A]rong, so wrong
[A]Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap
Y[A]eah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't never coming back
Well, he was her m[E]an Oh, but he been doin' her wr[A]ong, so wrong
[A]Well, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end
Well, the [D]story only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in [A]men!
She shot her [E]man (he was her man) But he was doin' her wr[A]ong
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