Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Oh, what a couple in love
Frankie was loyal to Johnny
Just as true as the stars aboveHe was her man
But he done her wrongFrankie went down to the drugstore
Some ice cream she wanted to buy
The soda jerk told her that Johnny
Was making love to Nellie BlighHe was her man
But he was doing her wrongNow Frankie's dad was a policeman
She stole his old forty-four gun
Then back to the drugstore she beat it
Just as fast as she could runAfter her man
Who was doing her wrongNow Frankie peaked in on the party
She got a surprise when she saw
That Nellie and Johnny were making love
And sipping soda through a strawHe was her man
But he was doing her wrongSo Frankie flew into a tantrum
She whipped out that old forty-four
And her rootie-toot-boom, that gal did shoot
Right through that hardwood swinging doorShe shot her man
'Cause he was doing her wrongSo bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard
But only seven are coming backShe shot her man
'Cause he was doing her wrongNow this is the end of my story
And this is the end of my song
Frankie is down in the jailhouse
And she cries the whole night long"He was my man
But he was doing me wrong"
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