Frankie And Johnny

Frankie and Johnny were lovers

Oh, what a couple in love

Vowed to be true to each other

To the stars above

He was her man

But he done her wrong

Frankie went down to the tavern

Some gin she wanted to buy

The bartender told her that Johnny

Was making love to Nelly Bly

He was her man

But he was doing her wrong

Frankie's dad was a policeman

She stole his old .44 gun

Then back to the tavern she beat it

Just as fast as she could run

After her man

Who was doing her wrong

Frankie flew into a tantrum

She whipped out that old .44

A rooty-toot-toot

That gal did shoot

Right through that hardwood swingin' door

She shot her man

'Cause he was doing her wrong

So bring on your satin and flowers

And bring on your rubber-tired hat

'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard

But only seven are coming back

She shot her man

'Cause he was doing her wrong

This is the end of my story

This is the end of my song

Frankie is down in the jailhouse

And she wails the whole night long

He was my man

But he done me wrong

He done me wrong

Wrong