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A A [Verse] A Frankie and Johnny were lovers A Oh my good Lord they did love D Swore they’d be true to each other D Just as true as the stars above E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Frankie she was a good woman A As everybody knows D Spent a hundred dollars D Just to buy her man some clothes E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Frankie went down to the corner A Just for a bucket of beer D Said, “Oh Mr. Bartender, D Has my lovin’ Johnny been here?” E A “He was my man… But he was doin’ me wrong” [Verse] A “Now I don’t wanna tell you no stories A I don’t wanna tell you no lies D I saw your man about an hour ago D With a gal named Nellie Blye” E A “He was your man… But he was doin’ you wrong” [Verse] A Frankie she went down to the hotel A She didn’t go there for fun D Underneath her comona D She carried a .44 gun E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Frankie looked over the transom A To see what she could spy D There sat Johnny on the sofa D Just a-lovin’ up Nellie Blye E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong A Frankie got down from that high stool A She didn’t wanna see no more D Rooty toot toot three times she shot D Right through that hardwood door E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Now the first time that Frankie shot Johnny A He let out an awful yell D Second time she shot him D There was a new man’s face in hell E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Oh roll me over easy A Roll me over slow D Roll me over on the right side D ‘Cause the left side hurts me so E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Sixteen rubber tired carriages A Sixteen rubber tired hacks D They’ll take poor Johnny to the graveyard D And they ain’t gonna bring him back E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Frankie looked out of the jailhouse A To see what she could see D All she could hear as a two-stringed bow cryin’ D Nearer my God to Thee E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A Frankie she said to the sheriff A “What do you reckon they’ll do?” D Sheriff said, “Old Frankie, D It’s the ‘lectric chair for you” E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong [Verse] A This story has no moral A This story has no end D This story only goes to show D That there ain’t no good in men E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong E A He was her man… But he was doin’ her wrong