Frankie and Johnnie were lovers Lordy oh how they did love 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 to the barroom Just for to get her some beer Said to the fat bartender has my lover Johnny been here he is my man he wouldn't do me wrong
I ain't gonna tell you no stories I ain't gonna tell you no lies I saw your Johnnie half an hour ago Making love to Nellie Bly He is your man but he's doing you wrong
Frankie went back to the hotel She didn't go for fun Frankie went back to get a hold of of Johnnie's shooting gun He was her man but he was doing her wrong
Frankie drew back her kimono pulled out her lil 44 root to toot toot three times she shot right through the hardwood door She shot her man cos he was doin her wrong
Roll me over easy Roll me over slow Honey don't roll me on my left side Cause the bullet hurts me so I was your man but I was doin you wrong
Roll out your rubber tyred hearses Roll our your rubber tyred hacks (?) Twelve men goin to the graveyard Eleven men coming back He was her man but her was doin her wrong
The sheriff arrested Frankie Threw her in jail the next day Locked her up in a prison cell And threw the key away For shootin her man cos he was doin her wrong
This story ain't got no moral this story ain't got no end this story only goes to show that there ain't no good in men he was her man but he was doin her wrong.