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^CFrankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love Sw^Fore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies a^Cbove He was her m^Gan, wouldn't do her no wr^Cong

An^Cd Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit Yeah, Fra^Fnkie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cut^Ce He was her m^Gan, he wouldn't do her no wr^Cong

Fran^Ckie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer Said^F to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man bee^Cn here?" "He was^G my man, Lord, but he'd been doin'^C me wrong, so wrong."

Yeah, Fr^Cankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise There s^Fat her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie B^Cly He was her m^Gan, but he was doin' her wr^Cong

Well, Fr^Cankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44 She s^Fhot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood do^Cor Yeah, she shot her m^Gan (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wr^Cong yeah

^CHe said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow, O^Fh roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me ^Cso, I was your m^Gan, but I been doin' you wr^Cong."

(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^Ce said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please Well I ki^Flled your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended k^Cnee I shot your m^Gan, 'cause he was doin' me wr^Cong ah'.

^CShe said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not For k^Fillin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've ^Cgot, 'Lord, you shot my ^Gman and he was doin' you wr^Cong."

^CWell, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell She wo^Fuld be there lonely, herself With no one there to ca^Cre She shot her m^Gan, a-he'd been doin' her w^Crong, so wrong

^CWell, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap F Y^Ceah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't never coming back Well, he was her m^Gan Oh, but he been doin' her wr^Cong, so wrong

^CWell, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end Well, the ^Fstory only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in ^Cmen! She shot her ^Gman (he was her man) But he was doin' her wr^Cong

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