Frankies Man Johnny

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Well, now, Frankie and Johnny were 
sweethearts;

They were true as a blue, blue sky.
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He was a long-legged guitar picker
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 with a wicked wanderin' eye,
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But he was her man    nearly all of
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 the time.

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Well, Johnny, he packed up to leave 
her,

But he promised he'd be back.
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He said he had a little pickin' to
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 do a little farther down the track.
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He said, "I'm your man;    I 
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wouldn't do you wrong."

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Well, Frankie curled up on the sofa,

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Thinkin' about her man.
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Far away the couples were dancin' 
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to the music of his band.
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He was Frankie's man;    he wasn't 
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doin' her wrong.

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Then in the front door walked a 
redhead,

Johnny saw her right away.
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She came down by the bandstand to 
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watch him while he played.
He was Frankie's man,   but she was
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 far away.

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He sang ev'ry song to the redhead,

She smiled back at him.
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The he came and sat by her table, 
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where the lights were low and dim.
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What Frankie didn't know     
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wouldn't hurt her none.

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Then the redhead jumped up an 
slapped him;

She slapped him a time or two.
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She said, "I'm Frankie's sister and
 I was checkin' up on you.
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If you're her man     you better 
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treat her right."

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Well, the moral of this story

Is be good but carry a stick.
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Sometimes it looks like a guitar 
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picker just can't tell what to pick.
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He was Frankie's man, and he still 
ain't done her wrong.
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