Johnny Cash - Frankies man johnny

Well, now, Frankie ^Cand Johnny were sweethearts; They were true as a blue, blue sky. ^FHe was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' ey^Ce, But he was her man nearly all^G of the time. ^C

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

Well, F^Crankie curled up on the sofa, Thinkin' about her man. ^FFar away the couples were dancin' to^C the music of his band. He was Frank^Gie's man; he wasn't doin' her ^Cwrong.

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

He san^Cg ev'ry song to the redhead, She smiled back at him. The he ^Fcame and sat by her table, where the lights were low and d^Cim. What Frankie didn't know ^G wouldn't hurt her none. ^C

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

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