Frankie’s man Johnny

Capo 1st fret

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,
E                                 A
But he was her man    nearly all of the time.

Well, Johnny, he packed up to leave her,

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

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.
E                                         A
He was Frankie’s man;    he wasn’t doin’ her wrong.

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.
E                                A
He was Frankie’s man,   but she was far away.

He sang ev’ry song to the redhead,

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

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.
E                                    A
If you’re her man     you better treat her right.”

Well, the moral of this story

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


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