Frankie and Johnnie were lovers Oh! Lord, how they did love Swore to be true to each other Just as true as the stars up above He was her man, he wouldn't do her wrong Frankie went down to the corner Just for a bucket of beer She said, Mister Bartender Has my lovin' Johnny been here? He is my man, he wouldn't do me wrong I don't wanna cause you no trouble I don't wanna tell you no lies But I saw your lover half an hour ago With a girl named Nellie Bly He is your man, but he's doin' you wrong Frankie looked over the transom There to her great surprise There on the couch sat Johnnie Makin' love to Nellie Bly He was her man, he was doin' her wrong Frankie drew back her kimono Took out her little forty-four Rooty-toot-toot, three times she shot Right through that hardwood door She shot her man 'cause he done her wrong Roll me over easy Roll me over slow Roll me over on the left side 'Cause your bullets hurt me so I was your man and I done you wrong Bring out your rubber-tired hearses Bring out your rubber-tired hack I'm takin' my man to the graveyard And I ain't gonna bring him back He was my man and he done me wrong Bring 'round a thousand policemen Bring 'em 'round today Then lock me in that dungeon cell And throw the key away I shot my man 'cause he done me wrong Frankie she said to the Warden What are they goin' to do? The Warden he said to Frankie It's the electric chair for you You shot your man, though he done you wrong The Sheriff came 'round in the mornin' Said it was all for the best He said her lover Johnnie Was nothin' but a doggone pest He was her man, but he done her wrong This story has no moral This story has no end This story only goes to show That there ain't no good in men He was her man and he done her wrong