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[Verse]

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Frankie and Johnny were lovers
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Oh my good Lord they did love
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Swore they’d be true to each other
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Just as true as the stars above

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Frankie she was a good woman
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As everybody knows
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Spent a hundred dollars
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Just to buy her man some clothes

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Frankie went down to the corner
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Just for a bucket of beer
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Said, “Oh Mr. Bartender,
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Has my lovin’ Johnny been here?”

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“He was my man… But he was doin’ me wrong”

[Verse]

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“Now I don’t wanna tell you no stories
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I don’t wanna tell you no lies
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I saw your man about an hour ago
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With a gal named Nellie Blye”

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“He was your man… But he was doin’ you wrong”

[Verse]

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Frankie she went down to the hotel
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She didn’t go there for fun
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Underneath her comona
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She carried a .44 gun

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Frankie looked over the transom
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To see what she could spy
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There sat Johnny on the sofa
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Just a-lovin’ up Nellie Blye
 
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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

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Frankie got down from that high stool
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She didn’t wanna see no more
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Rooty toot toot three times she shot
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Right through that hardwood door

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Now the first time that Frankie shot Johnny
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He let out an awful yell
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Second time she shot him
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There was a new man’s face in hell

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Oh roll me over easy
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Roll me over slow
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Roll me over on the right side
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‘Cause the left side hurts me so

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Sixteen rubber tired carriages
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Sixteen rubber tired hacks
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They’ll take poor Johnny to the graveyard
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And they ain’t gonna bring him back

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Frankie looked out of the jailhouse
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To see what she could see
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All she could hear as a two-stringed bow cryin’
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Nearer my God to Thee

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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Frankie she said to the sheriff
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“What do you reckon they’ll do?”
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Sheriff said, “Old Frankie,
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It’s the ‘lectric chair for you”

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

[Verse]

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This story has no moral
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This story has no end
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This story only goes to show
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That there ain’t no good in men

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong

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He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong