Frankie and Johnnie Lyrics

Never been to New York City

Spent a week in old London town

I'm gonna now share you a story

Love gone wrong, oh murder gone down

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Frankie and Johnnie were lovers

I tell you, how they could love

They swore to be true to each other

Just as true as the stars above

He was her man but he done her wrong

Johnnie said, I got to leave you

But I won't be very long

Well, don't you wait up for me, honey

Don't worry when I am gone

He was her man but he done her wrong

Frankie went down to the corner

Stopped in to buy her some beer

Says to that bartender

Has my Johnnie man been here

He was her man but he done her wrong

Well, I ain't gonna tell you stories

Ain't gonna tell you no lie

Johnnie went buy about an hour ago

With a gal named Nellie Bly

He is your man, you asking me, he is doin' you wrong

Frankie went home in a hurry

She didn't go there for fun

She hurried home to get a hold

Of Johnnie's shooting gun

He was her man, but he done her wrong

And that ain't right

Frankie went down to South Clark Street

Looked in a window so high

Saw Johnnie, her man, a lovin' up

That high-brow Nellie Bly

He was her man but he done her wrong

Johnnie saw Frankie a-coming

Out the back door he did scoot

But Frankie took aim with the pistol

And the gun went rootie-toot-toot

He was her man but he done her wrong

So you bring out that long black coffin

Bring out those funeral clothes

Johnnie's gone an' cashed his chips

To the graveyard he must go

He was her man but he done her wrong

Yeah, you drive out your rubber tired carriage

Drive out your rubber tired hack

There's twelve men going to the graveyard

But, count 'em, eleven coming back

He was her man but he done her wrong

Okay, listen up now

This story got no moral

This story got no end

This story just goes to show that

There ain't no good in men

He was her man but he done her wrong

That's all