Frankie and Johnny (Live)

This is, this is the

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 100 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's been doing me wrong, so wrong"

Yeah, Frankie looked over the transom door

And there to her great surprise

There sat her lover man Johnny

Making love with Nellie Blye

He was her man

But he been doin' her wrong

Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono dress

And she drew out a little .44

She shot him once, shot him twice

Three times she shot him (three times)

Right through that hardwood floor

Yeah, she shot her man (he was her man)

Well, but he'd been doin' her wrong, yeah

He said, "Roll me over so careful"

"Roll me over so slow"

"Oh, roll me on to my left-hand side"

"Because your bullets hurt me so"

"I was your man"

"But I've been doin' you wrong"

Play it, Chris

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

Hear 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 knees"

"I shot your man"

"'Cause he was doin' me wrong"

She said, "I'll forgive you, Frankie"

She said, "I'll forgive you not, not"

"You killed my 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

And he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Well, bring out the rubber-tired hearse so long

Bring out your pony and trap

Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery

And he ain't never coming back

He was her man

Oh, but he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Well, the story ain't gots 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)

And he was doin' her wrong, yeah