Frankie and Johnnie

Frankie and Johnny were lovers

Oh lordy, how they could love

Swore to be true to each other

Just as true as the stars above

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Well, Frankie went down to the corner

To get a bucket of beer

She said to the fat bartender

"Has my lovin' Johnny been here?

He was my man, I think he's doing me wrong"

"Well, I don't want to cause you no trouble

And I don't want to tell you no lies

But I seen your man about an hour ago

With that high-browed Nellie Bly

He was your man, I think he's doing you wrong"

She took a cab at the corner

And said "Driver step on this can

For you're looking at a desperate gal

Been two-timed by her man

He was my man, but he done me wrong"

Then Frankie went home in a hurry

She didn't go there for fun

Frankie went home to get a-hold

Of Johnny's shooting gun

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Frankie peeked over the transom

And there to her surprise

She saw her lovin-man Johnny

With that high-browed Nellie Bly

He was her man, and he was doing her wrong

Then Frankie pulled back her kimono

And she pulled out a small .44

And root-e-toot-toot three times she shot

Right through that hardwood door

He was her man, but he done her wrong

"Well roll me over on my left side

Roll me over so slow,

Roll me over on my left hand side, Frankie,

Them bullets hurt me so,

I was your man, but I done you wrong"

Now, bring round your ruber-tired buggy

And bring round your rubber-tired hack

I'm taking my man to the graveyward

I ain't gonna bring him back

He was my man, but he done me wrong

Well this story has no moral

And this story has got no end

Well the story just goes to show you women

That there ain