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Introdução:
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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love
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Swore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies above
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He was her man, wouldn't do her no wrong
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And Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit
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Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cute
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He was her man, he wouldn't do her no wrong
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Frankie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer
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Said to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been here?"
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"He was my man, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong."
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Yeah, Frankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise
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There sat her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie Bly
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He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
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Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
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She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood
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door
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Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wrong yeah
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He said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow,
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Oh roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me so,
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I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong."
(Instrumental & trombone & guitar solo)
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She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please
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Well I killed your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended knee
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I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong ah'.
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She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not
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For killin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've got,
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'Lord, you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong."
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Well, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
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She would be there lonely, herself With no one there to care
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She shot her man, a-he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong
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Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap
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Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't never coming back
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Well, he was her man Oh, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong
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Well, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end
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Well, the story only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in men!
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She shot her man (he was her man) But he was doin' her wrong
Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba.