Frankie and Johnny 歌詞
Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Oh Lordy how they made love
Swore to be true to each other
True as the stars above
For he was her man
But he done her wrong
Frankie was a good girl
Most everybody knows
She gave a hundred dollars
To Johnny for a suit of clothes
'Cause he was her man
But he done her wrong
Frankie worked in a crib joint
Behind a grocery store
She gave all her money to Johnny
He spent it on high tone whores
God d**n his soul
He done her wrong
Frankie was a f**ky hussy
That's what all the pimps said
And they kept her so d**n busy
She never got out of bed
But he done her wrong
God d**n his soul
Frankie she knowed her business
Frankie went to the front door
She hung out a sign on the door：
She rang the whorehouse bell
Fresh fish cost you a dollar here
Stand back you pimps and whores
Fancy f**king cost ten cents more
Or I'll blow you straight to hell
He was her man
I'm hunting my man
He done her wrong
Who's doin' me wrong
Frankie went looking for Johnny
Frankie drew back her kimono
She hung out a sign on the door：
Pulled out her big forty four
No more fish for sale now
Rooty toot toot three times she shoot
Go find you another w***e
Left him lyin' on that whorehouse floor
He was her man
She shot her man
But he done her wrong
'Cause he done her wrong
Frankie went down Fourth Street
Roll me over Frankie
She ordered a glass of beer
Roll me over slow
Said to the big bartender man
A bullet got me in my right side
Has my ever lovin' man been here
Oh God it hurts me so
God d**n his soul
You killed your man
He done her wrong
'Cause I done you wrong
I couldn't tell you no story
Frankie ran back to her crib joint
I couldn't tell you no lie
She fell across the bed
I saw your Johnny an hour ago
Saying Lord oh Lord
I've shot my man
With a w***e called Alice Ely
I've shot my Johnny dead
God d**n his soul
He was my man
He was doin' you wrong
God d**n his soul
Frankie ran back to her crib joint
Three little pieces of crepe
Fixin' to do him some harm
Hanging on the crib joint door
She took out a bindle of horse
Signifies that Johnny
And shot it right up her arm
Will never be a pimp no more
God d**n his soul
God d**n his soul
He was doing her wrong
He done her wrong
Frankie put on her kimono
Bring out your rubber tired buggy
This time it wasn't for fun
Bring out your rubber tired hack
'Cause right underneath it
I'm taking my man to the graveyard
Was a great big forty four gun
I ain't gonna bring him back
God d**n his soul
He was my man
He done her wrong
But he done me wrong
She ran along Fish Alley
They brought a rubber tired buggy
Looked in a window so high
And brought out a rubber tired hack
Saw her lovin' Johnny
Thirteen pimps went to the cemetery
Finger f**king Alice Ely
But only twelve of them came back
He was doing her wrong
He's dead and gone
God d**n his soul
He was doing her wrong
Frankie went out to the graveyard
Sorry as she could be
Ridin' behind a whorehouse band
Playin' Nearer My God to Thee
He was her man
He was doing her wrong
Frankie stood up in the courtroom
I'm not tellin' no sass
I didn't shoot Johnny in the first degree
I shot him in his big black a*s
He was my man
He was doin' me wrong
The judge said Stand up Frankie
Stand up and dry your tears
You know murder's a hangin' crime
But I'll give you ninety nine years
He was your man
He was doin' you wrong
The last time I seen Frankie
She was ridin' on that train
Takin' her to the jail house
Never bring her back again
He was her man
God d**n his soul