Sung by: B.F.Anderson

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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts.
Lordy, how they could love.
They swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above.
He was her man;
He wouldn’t do her wrong.

Frankie went down the corner,
Just for a bucket of beer.
She said, “Mr. Bartender,
Has my lovey Johnny been here?
He is my man,
But he’s doing me wrong.”

“I don’t want to cause you no trouble.
I don’t aim to tell you no lie.
I saw your lover ‘bout an hour ago
With a girl named Nelly Bly.
He is your man,
But he’s doing you wrong.”

Frankie looked over the transom.
She saw to her surprise,
There on a cot set Johnny,
Making love to Nelly Bly.
He was her man,
But he’s doing her wrong.

Frankie drew back her kimono,
Pulled out a little ’44.
A rooty toot toot, three times she shot
Right through that door.
Yes, she shot her man;
He was doing her wrong.

“Call out a thousand policemen;
Bring ‘em around today.
Lock me down in the dungeon cell,
And throw that key away,
‘Cause I shot my man,"
‘Cause he done her wrong.

Frankie said to the warden,
“What are they going to do?”
The warden, he said to Frankie,
“It’s the electric chair for you,
'Cause you shot your man,"
‘Cause he done her wrong.

Roll out your rubber-tired buggy,
Roll out your rubber-tired hack.
I’m taking my man to the graveyard,
But I ain’t gonna bring him back.
She shot her man
‘Cause he done her wrong.

This story has no moral,
This story has no ken,
This story just goes to show
That there ain't no good in men.
Yes, she shot her man,
‘Cause he done her wrong.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #159, “Frankie and Johnny”; Brown, Vol. II, #251, “Frankie and Albert”; Belden, p. 330, “Frankie and Albert.”

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

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