Johnny Cash - Frankies man johnny

Well, now, Frankie ^Aand Johnny were sweethearts; They were true as a blue, blue sky. ^DHe was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' ey^Ae, But he was her man nearly all^E of the time. ^A

Well, John^Any, he packed up to leave her, But he promised he'd be back. ^DHe said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the^A track. He said, "I'm your ma^En; I wouldn't do you wrong.^A"

Well, F^Arankie curled up on the sofa, Thinkin' about her man. ^DFar away the couples were dancin' to^A the music of his band. He was Frank^Eie's man; he wasn't doin' her ^Awrong.

Then in t^Ahe front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right away. ^DShe came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played. ^A He was Frankie's man, but she was^E far away. ^A

He san^Ag ev'ry song to the redhead, She smiled back at him. The he ^Dcame and sat by her table, where the lights were low and d^Aim. What Frankie didn't know ^E wouldn't hurt her none. ^A

Then the redhead^A jumped up an slapped him; She slapped him a time or two. She said^D, "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checkin' up on you. ^A If you'^Ere her man you better treat her r^Aight."

Well, the moral ^Aof this story Is be good but carry a stick. ^DSometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to^A pick. He was Frankie's man, and he^E still ain't done her wrong. ^A