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FWell now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts They were true as a blue, blue sky FHe was a long-legged guitar-picker With a wicked, wondering Geye But he was her man nearly all of the Ftime
Well Johnny he packed up a leaven' But he promised he'd be back
He Fsaid he had a little picking' to do A little further down the Ftrack He said,"I'm Gyour man, I wouldn't do Fyou wrong"
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa Thinkin' about her man
FFar away couples were dancin' to the music of his Fband He was Frankie's mGan he wasn't doin' her wFrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right away
She cFame down by the bandstand to watch him while he pFlayed He was Frankie's mGan but she was far Faway
He sang another song to the redhead She smiled back at him
Then he Fcame and sat at her table Where the lights were low and Fdim What Frankie didn't Gknow wouldn't hurt her Fnone
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him She slapped him a time or two
She sFaid,"I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking uFp on you" "If you'reG her man you'd better treatF her right"
Well the moral of this story Is be good but carry a stick
FSometimes it looks like a guitar-picker Just can't tell what to Fpick He was Frankie's mGan and he still ain't done her wFrong