Johnny Cash - Frankies man johnny

^EbWell, ^Fnow, ^BbFrankie and Johnny were sweethearts. ^BbmThey were ^Bbtrue as a blue, blue sky. ^EbHe was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' ^Bbeye. But he was her ^Fman, nearly all of the ^Bbtime.

^BbWell, Johnny he packed up to leave her, but he promised ^Fhe'd be ^Bbback. He ^Ebsaid he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the ^Bbtrack. He said, I'm your ^Fman, I wouldn't do you ^Bbwrong.

^BbWell, Frankie curled up on the sofa, thinkin' about her man. ^EbFar away the couples were dancing to the music of his ^Bbband. He was Frankie's ^Fman, he wasn't doin' her ^Bbwrong.

^BbThen in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right away. She ^Ebcame down by the bandstand to watch him while he ^Bbplayed. He was Frankie's ^Fman, but she was far ^Bbaway.

^BbHe sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him. Then ^Ebhe came and sat at her table where the lights were low and ^Bbdim. What Frankie didn't ^Fknow, wouldn't hurt her ^Bbnone.

^BbThen the redhead jumped up and slapped him. ^BbShe slapped him a time or two. She ^Ebsaid, I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on ^Bbyou. If you're her ^Fman, you better treat her ^Bbright.

^BbWell, the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick. ^EbSometimes, it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to ^Bbpick. He was Frankie's ^Fman and he still ain't done her ^Bbwrong.