Frankie

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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts 
Lordy, how they could love
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Swore to be true to each other Yeah,
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 true to the skies above
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He was her man, wouldn't do her no 
wrong

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And Frankie and Johnny went walkin' 
And Johnny had on a new suit
Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred 
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dollar notes  Just to make her man 
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look cute
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He was her man, he wouldn't do her 
no wrong

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Frankie went over to the barroom 
Stopped for a bottle of beer
Said to the old bartender man "Has 
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my lover Johnny man been here?"
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"He was my man, Lord, but he'd been 
doin' me wrong, so wrong."

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Yeah, Frankie looked over the 
transom door  And there to her great
 surprise
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There sat her lover man Johnny  
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Makin' love to Nellie Bly
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He was her man, but he was doin' her
 wrong

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Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono 
dress  And she drew (ladaladalala) 
out a little .44
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She shot once, twice, three times 
(three times) she shot him  And 
through that hardwood
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door
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Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was
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 her man) Well, but he been doin' 
her wrong yeah

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He said," roll me over so careful ah
  Roll me over so slow,
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Oh roll me off to my left hand 
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side,  Because your bullet hurt me 
so,
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I was your man, but I been doin' you
 wrong."

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:

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She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh 
forgive me please
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Well I killed your lovin' son, 
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Johnny But I'm down on my bended 
knee
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I shot your man, 'cause he was doin'
 me wrong ah'.

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She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie,
  She said, I'll forgive you not, 
not
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For killin' lovin' son Johnny,  
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He's the only support that I've got,
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'Lord, you shot my man and he was 
doin' you wrong."

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Well, the last time I seen Frankie  
She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
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She would be there lonely, herself 
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 With no one there to care
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She shot her man, a-he'd been doin' 
her wrong, so wrong

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Well, bring out the rubber tired 
(hearse) so long You gotta bring out
 your pony and trap
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Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, 
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Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't 
never coming back
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Well, he was her man Oh, but he been
 doin' her wrong, so wrong

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Well, the story ain't got no moral, 
Lordy  But the story ain't got no 
end
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Well, the story only goes to show  
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That there ain't no damn good in 
men!
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She shot her man (he was her man) 
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But he was doin' her wrong

Yeah, 
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