FRANKIE AND JOHNNY

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Song Title
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY
Writers
Donegan
Publisher
LUDLOW MUSIC, INC. (BMI)
Co-Publisher
TRO Affiliate
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
US AND CANADA
Lyrics
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts,
Lordy, how they could love,
But they swore to be true to each other,
Just as true as the sky above.
He was her man,
He wouldn’t do her wrong. So wrong.

Frankie and Johnny went walking,
Johnny had on a new suit,
Frankie spent one hundred dollars,
Just to make her man look cute.
He was her man,
He wouldn‘t do her wrong. So wrong.

Frankie said, “I’m gonna leave you,
But I won’t be very long,
Don’t you wait up for me, honey,
Don’t you worry while I’m gone.”
“I’m your man,
I wouldn’t do you wrong.” Spo Wrong.

Frankie walked down to the honey saloon,
And she called for a bottle of beer,
And she said to the old bartender man,
“Has my lover Johnny bin here?
He was my man,
But he’s bin doin’ me wrong.” So wrong.

“You see I don’t wanna cause no trouble,
And I don’t wanna tell you no lies,
Yeh! I see your Johnny
Makin’ love with Nellie Bly.
He was your man,
But he’s bin doin’ you wrong – So wrong.”

So Frankie walked over to the transom door,
And there to her great surprise,
There sat her lover Johnny
Makin’ love with Nellie Bly.
He was her man,
But he was doin’ her wrong – so wrong.

So then she lifted up her kimono dress,
And drew a little forty-four,
Rum! Tum! Tum! three times she shot him,
Right thro’ the hard wood door.
She shot her man,
‘Cause he was doin’ her wrong – so wrong.

He said, “Roll me over so careful,
Roll me over so slow,
Roll me over on my left side,
Your bullets are hurting me so.
I was your man,
But I was doin’ you wrong – so wrong.”

Oh, Mrs. Johnson,
See what your man has got,
Don’t drop in, don’t stop in,
Your lovin’ Johnny Boy has been shot.
He was your man,
But he was doin’ me wrong – so wrong.

Oh, Mrs. Johnson,
Oh, forgive me please,
I killed your lovin’ son Johnny,
But I’m down on my bended knees.
I shot your man,
Well, he was doin’ me wrong – so wrong.

She said, “I forgive you, Frankie,”
She said, “I forgive you now.
You killed my lovin’ son Johnny,
He’s the only boy I’ve got.
You shot my man,
He was doin’ you wrong – so wrong.”

The last time I saw Frankie,
She was in her dyin’ cell,

‘Cos her soul was goin’ down to hell.
She shot her man,
But he was doin’ her wrong – so wrong.

Now bring out your rubber-tyred hearses,
Bring out your pony and trap,
I’m gonna take my Johnny to the graveyard,
I ain’t a-gonna bring him back.
He was my man,
But he was doin’ me wrong-so wrong.

Well, this story has no moral,
Well, this story has got no end,
This story only goes to show,
Here’s no damn good in men.
She shot her man,
But he was doin’ her wrong-so wrong.

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