Frankie and Johnny

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
Just to get a bucket of beer
She said Mr. bartender
Has my lovin' Johnny been here?
He's my man, he wouldn't do me wrong

I ain't gonna tell you no story
I ain't gonna tell you no lie
Johnny left here 'bout an hour ago
With a gal named Nellie Bly
If he's your man, 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
She said, "He's my man
But he's doin' me wrong"

Frankie pulled back her komono
Pulled out her old .44
Root-a-toot-toot that gal did shoot
Right through that hardwood door
She shot her man
Because 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
Because he was doin' her wrong

This story has no moral
This story has no end
This story goes to show
That you can't put your trust in men
She shot her man
Because he was doin' her wrong