Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy how they did love They swore to be true to each other as true as the stars above He was her man He wouldn’t do her wrong 
Frankie went down to the corner To get her a bucket of beer She said, mister bartender has my lovin’ Johnny been here He is my man He wouldn’t do me wrong 
I ain’t gonna tell you no stories I ain’t gonna tell you no lies Johnny left here ’bout an hour ago with a gal named Nellie Bly If he’s your man I think he’s doin’ you wrong 
Frankie looked over the transom And much to her surprise There on a cot sat Johnny making love to Nellie Bly He was her man But he was doin’ her wrong 
Frankie pulled back her kimono Took out her big forty-four Root-a-toot-toot that gal did shoot right through that hardwood door She shot her man ’Cause he was doin’ her wrong 
Roll out your rubber tired buggy Roll out your rubber tired hack She’s taking her man to the graveyard But she ain’t gonna’ bring him back She shot her man ’Cause he was doin’ her wrong 
This story has no moral This story has no end This story only goes to show That there ain’t no good in a man He was her man But he done her wrong 
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