Frankie and Johnny - Lyrics - 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, 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 pourin' down from her hair. Shot her man. 'cause he done her wrong.