Frankie’s man Johnny

Capo 1st fret

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Well, now, Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts;

They were true as a blue, blue sky.
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He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin’ eye,
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But he was her man    nearly all of the time.


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Well, Johnny, he packed up to leave her,

But he promised he’d be back.
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He said he had a little pickin’ to do a little farther down the track.
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He said, “I’m your man;    I wouldn’t do you wrong.”


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Well, Frankie curled up on the sofa,

Thinkin’ about her man.
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Far away the couples were dancin’ to the music of his band.
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He was Frankie’s man;    he wasn’t doin’ her wrong.


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Then in the front door walked a redhead,

Johnny saw her right away.
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She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played.
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He was Frankie’s man,   but she was far away.


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He sang ev’ry song to the redhead,

She smiled back at him.
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The he came and sat by her table, where the lights were low and dim.
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What Frankie didn’t know     wouldn’t hurt her none.


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Then the redhead jumped up an slapped him;

She slapped him a time or two.
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She said, “I’m Frankie’s sister and I was checkin’ up on you.
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If you’re her man     you better treat her right.”


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Well, the moral of this story

Is be good but carry a stick.
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Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can’t tell what to pick.
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He was Frankie’s man, and he still ain’t done her wrong.

 

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