Frankie and Johnny were lovers,
oh lordy how they did love
Sworn to be true to each other,
as true as the stars above
He was her man,
he was doing her wrong
Frankie went down to the corner,
just for a bucket of beer
She said, Mr. Bartender,
has my lover Johnny been here?
He was my man, he wouldn't do me wrong
I don't want to cause you no trouble,
ha ha, don't want to tell you no lies
I saw your lover half an hour ago
with a gal named Nellie Bly, he was your man,
he was doing you wrong
Frankie looked over the transom,
there to her great surprise
There on the couch sat Johnny,
makin' love to Nellie Bly
He was her man,
he was doin' her wrong
Frankie threw back her kimono,
she pulled out a little .44
She shot right through that hardwood door
She shot her man, he was doin' her wrong
You sure was, boy,
bring out your rubber -tied horses
Bring out your rubber -tied hag
I'm a takin' my man to the graveyard
Lordy, lordy,
I ain't a -gonna bring him back
He was my man,
he was doin' me wrong man of man
Frankie said to the warden hey man
what are you gonna do the warden
he said to Frankie it's the
electric chair for you
you shot your man
he was doing you wrong
this story has no moral
this story has no end
this story only goes to show
that they ain't no good
Ha ha, he was your man,
he was doin' you wrong
Hey, hey man