Franky and Johnny

Franky and Johnny - Ed McCurdy

Frankie and Johnny were lovers

And O Lordy how they could love

Swore to be true to each other

As true as the stars above

He was her man he wouldn't do her wrong

Frankie went down to the corner

Just for a bucket of beer

Said "Mr Bartender

Has my lovin' Johnny been here

He's my man He wouldn't do me wrong "

"Well I don't want to cause you no trouble

And I don't want to tell you no lie

Seen your lovin' Johnny 'bout an hour ago

Makin' love to Nellie Bly

He's your man and he's doin' you wrong

Well Frankie looked over the transom

And there to her surprise

Seen her loving Johnny on four-poster bed

Making love to Nellie Bly

He was her man and he was doin' her wrong

Frankie reached into her kimono

And pulled out a little 44

Root-a-toot-toot three times she shot

Right through that hardward door

Shot her man cause he was doing her wrong

"Roll me over easy

And roll me over slow

Roll me on my left side

Those bullets hurt me so

I was her man and I done her wrong "

"Bring on your rubber-tired hearses

Bring on your rubber-tired hack

Takin' my man to the graveyard

And I ain't a-gonna bring him back

I shot my man 'cause he was doin' me wrong "

Frankie looked up Elm Street

As far as she could see

And all she could hear was two-string bow

Playing "Nearer My God to Thee"

All over town Johnny's dead

Last time I saw Frankie

Sittin' in a 'lectric chair

Getting ready to meet her God

With sweat pouring down from her hair

Shot her man 'cause he done her wrong