"We'll take it a bit slower" "This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually" Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love Swore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies above He was her man, wouldn't do her no wrong And Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cute He was her man, he wouldn't do her no wrong Frankie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer Said to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been here?" "He was my man, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong." Yeah, Frankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise There sat her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie Bly He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44 She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood (door) floor Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wrong yeah He said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow, Oh roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me so, I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong." Play it Chris! (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: She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please Well I killed your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended knee I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong ah'. She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not For killin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've got, 'Lord, you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong." Well, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell She would be there lonely, herself With no one there to care She shot her man, a-he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery (graveyard) And he ain't never coming back Well, he was her man Oh, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong Well, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end Well, the story only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in men! She shot her man (he was her man) But he was doin' her wrong Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba. Woo
"We'll take it a bit slower" "This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually" Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love Swore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies above He was her man, wouldn't do her no wrong And Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cute He was her man, he wouldn't do her no wrong Frankie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer Said to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been here?" "He was my man, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong." Yeah, Frankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise There sat her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie Bly He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44 She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood (door) floor Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wrong yeah He said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow, Oh roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me so, I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong." Play it Chris! (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: She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please Well I killed your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended knee I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong ah'. She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not For killin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've got, 'Lord, you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong." Well, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell She would be there lonely, herself With no one there to care She shot her man, a-he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery (graveyard) And he ain't never coming back Well, he was her man Oh, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong Well, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end Well, the story only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in men! She shot her man (he was her man) But he was doin' her wrong Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba. Woo
