Frankie and Johnny Lyrics

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts,
Oh, Lord, how they could love,
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above,
He was her man
he wouldn't do her wrong.
Frankie went down to the corner,
Just for a bucket of beer,
She said, "Oh, Mister Bartender,
Has my loving Johnny been here,
He is my man,
He wouldn't do me wrong."

I don't want to cause you no trouble,
Ain't gonna tell you no lies,
I saw your lover an hour ago,
With a girl namd Nellie Bly,
He was your man,
But he's doing you wrong.

Frankie looked over the transom,
She saw to her suprise,
There on a cot sat Johnny
Making love to Nellie Bly,
He is my man, and he's doing me wrong.
Frankie drew back her kimona,
She took out a little forty-four,
Root-to-toot three time she shoot
Right through that hardwood door,
She shot her man,
He was doing her wrong.

Bring out your rubber-tired hearses,
Bring out your rubber-tired hacks,
I'm taking my man to the graveyard
But I ain't gonna bring him back,
Lord, he was my man, And he done me wrong.
Bring out a thousand policemen,
Bring 'em around today,
To lock me down in the dungeon cell
And throw that key away,
I shot my man, He was doing me wrong.

Frankie said to the warden,
"What are they going to do?"
The warden, he said to Frankie,
"It's electric chair for you,
'Cause you shot your man, he was doing you wrong."

This story has no moral,
This story has no end,
This story just goes to show
That there ain't no good in men,
He was her man, And he done her wrong.