| Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
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| Oh, what a couple in love
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| Frankie was loyal to Johnny
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| Just as true as the stars above
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| He was her man
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| But he done her wrong
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| Frankie went down to the drugstore
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| Some ice cream she wanted to buy
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| The soda jerk told her that Johnny
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| Was making love to Nellie Bligh
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| He was her man
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| But he was doing her wrong
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| Now Frankie’s dad was a policeman
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| She stole his old forty-four gun
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| Then back to the drugstore she beat it
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| Just as fast as she could run
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| After her man
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| Who was doing her wrong
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| Now Frankie peaked in on the party
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| She got a surprise when she saw
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| That Nellie and Johnny were making love
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| And sipping soda through a straw
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| He was her man
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| But he was doing her wrong
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| So Frankie flew into a tantrum
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| She whipped out that old forty-four
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| And her rootie-toot-boom, that gal did shoot
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| Right through that hardwood swinging door
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| She shot her man
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| 'Cause he was doing her wrong
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| So bring on your crepe and your flowers
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| Bring on your rubber-tired hack
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| 'Cause there’s eight men to go to the graveyard
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| But only seven are coming back
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| She shot her man
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| 'Cause he was doing her wrong
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| Now this is the end of my story
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| And this is the end of my song
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| Frankie is down in the jailhouse
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| And she cries the whole night long
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| «He was my man
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| But he was doing me wrong» |