Well Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Lordie, how they could love
They swore to be true to each other
Yes, as true as the stars above
He was her man, he wouldn't do her wrong
Well Frankie and Johnny went walkin'
Johnny had on a new suit
Frankie spent one hundred dollars
Just to make her man look cute
He was her man
He wouldn't do her wrong
Well, Frankie said I'm gonna leave you
But I won't be very long
Don't you wait up for me, honey
Don't you worry while I'm gone
I'm your man
I wouldn't do you wrong
So Frankie walked down to the huddie saloon
And she called for a bottle of beer
She said to the old Bartender man
Has my loving Johnny man been here
He's my man, he wouldn't do me wrong, so wrong
He said I don't want to cause you no trouble
Well, I don't wanna tell you no lie
But I seen your Johnny
Makin' love with Nellie Blie
He was your man, but he's been doin' you wrong, so wrong
So Frankie walked over to the transom door
And then to her great surprise
There sat her lovin' Johnny
Making love with Nellie Blie
He was her man, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong
So Frankie lifted up her kimono dress
Drew out her little 44
Rum-tum-tum, three times she shot him
Right through the hardwood door
She shot her man, he was doin' her wrong, so wrong
He said roll me over so careful
Roll me over so slow
Roll me onto my left side
Your bullets have hurt me so
I'm your man, but I been doin' you wrong, so wrong
(They sent for Frankie's mother
Who came down to Huddie's saloon
Wanting to know what was the matter with her boy)
Johnny said Oh Mrs Johnson
See what your son has done
No thumpin, no stompin'
Your lovely Johnny boy been shot
I was your man, but I been doin' her wrong, so wrong
She said Oh Mrs Johnson
Oh forgive me please
I've killed your lovely son Johnny
But I'm down on my bended knee
I shot your man, but he were doin' me wrong, so wrong
She said I forgive you Frankie
She said I forgive you not
Oh, you killed my lovin' son Johnny
He the only support I got
You shot my man, and he were doin' you wrong, so wrong
Last time I seen Frankie
She was sittin' in a dungeon cell
Lord, a-weepin', Lord, a-moanin'
'Cause her soul was goin' down to hell
She shot her man, he be doin' her wrong, so wrong
She said now bring out your rubber tired hearses
Bring out your pony and trap
I'm gonna take my Johnny to the graveyard
I ain't gonna bring him back
He was my man but he was doin' me wrong, so wrong
Well this story ain't have no moral
Well this story ain't got no end
This story only goes to show
There no damn good in a man
She shot her man, but he was doin' her wrong