Frankie & Johnny (cover)

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Oh lord how they did love
Swore to be true to each other, true as the stars above
He was her man, he wouldn’t do her no wrong

Now Frankie went down to the corner
Just for a bucket of beer
She said “Mr. Bartender has my lovin’ Johnny been here?
He is my man, he wouldn’t do me no wrong”

Don’t want to cause you no trouble
Woman I ain’t gonna lie
But I saw your man an hour ago, with a girl named Nellie Blie
He is your man, but he’s doin’ you wrong


Frankie and Johnny were darlin’s
True as a blue, blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin’ eye
He was her man, nearly all of the time

Frankie looked over the transom
She saw to her surprise
There on the couch sat Johnny, makin’ love to Nellie Blie
He is my man and he’s doin’ me wrong

Frankie drew back her Kimona
She took out a little 44
Rutty too toot, three times, she shot right through that hardwood door
She shot her man, cause he was doin’ her wrong

Bring out your rubber-tired hearses
Bring out your rubber tired hack
I’m takin’ 15 men to the graveyard, bringin’ 14 back
He was my man, but he was doin’ me wrong

Well the moral of this here story
Be good but carry a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can’t tell what to pick
He was Frankie’s man, and he was doin’ her wrong.