Frankie And Johnny

[G]Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts

They were true as a blue, blue sky
[C]He was a long-legged guitar-picker
With a wicked, wondering [G]eye
But he was her [D]man nearly all of the [G]time

Well Johnny he packed up a leaven'

But he promised he'd be back
He [C]said he had a little picking' to do
A little further down the [G]track
He said,"I'm your [D]man, I wouldn't do you w[G]rong"

Well Frankie curled up on the sofa

Thinkin' about her man
[C]Far away couples were dancin' to the music of his [G]band
He was Frankie's m[D]an he wasn't doin' her w[G]rong

Then in the front door walked a redhead

Johnny saw her right away
She c[C]ame down by the bandstand to watch him while he p[G]layed
He was Frankie's m[D]an but she was far [G]away

He sang another song to the redhead

She smiled back at him
Then he [C]came and sat at her table
Where the lights were low and [G]dim
What Frankie didn't [D]know wouldn't hurt her [G]none

Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him

She slapped him a time or two
She s[C]aid,"I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on [G]you"
"If you're her [D]man you'd better treat her [G]right"

Well the moral of this story

Is be good but carry a stick
[C]Sometimes it looks like a guitar-picker
Just can't tell what to [G]pick
He was Frankie's m[D]an and he still ain't done her w[G]rong

Enjoy!