Frankie And Johnny

[A]Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love
Sw[D]ore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies a[A]bove
He was her m[E]an, wouldn't do her no wr[A]ong

An[A]d Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit

Yeah, Fra[D]nkie spent one-hundred dollar notes  Just to make her man look cut[A]e
He was her m[E]an, he wouldn't do her no wr[A]ong

Fran[A]kie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer

Said[D] to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been her[A]e?"
"He was my m[E]an, Lord, but he'd been doin' me w[A]rong, so wrong."

Yeah, Fr[A]ankie looked over the transom door  And there to her great surprise
There s[D]at her lover man Johnny  Makin' love to Nellie B[A]ly
He was her m[E]an, but he was doin' her wr[A]ong

Well, Fr[A]ankie lifted up her kimono dress  And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
She s[D]hot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him  And through that hardwood
do[A]or
Yeah, she shot her m[E]an (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wr[A]ong yeah

[A]He said," roll me over so careful ah  Roll me over so slow,
O[D]h roll me off to my left hand side,  Because your bullet hurt me [A]so,
I was your m[E]an, but I been doin' you wr[A]ong."

 (Instrumental & trombone & guitar solo)

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:

Sh[A]e said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please
Well I ki[D]lled your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended k[A]nee
I shot your m[E]an, 'cause he was doin' me wr[A]ong ah'.

[A]She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie,  She said, I'll forgive you not, not
For k[D]illin' lovin' son Johnny,  He's the only support that I've [A]got,
'Lord, you shot my [E]man and he was doin' you wr[A]ong."

[A]Well, the last time I seen Frankie  She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
She wo[D]uld be there lonely, herself  With no one there to ca[A]re
She shot her m[E]an, a-he'd been doin' her w[A]rong, so wrong

[A]Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap
Yeah, they're gonna take Jo[D]hnny, Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't never coming[A] back
Well, he was her m[E]an Oh, but he been doin' her wr[A]ong, so wrong

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