G Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts They were true as a blue, blue sky C He was a long-legged guitar-picker D With a wicked, wondering eye G But he was her man nearly all of the time Well Johnny he packed up a leaven' But he promised he'd be back C He said he had a little picking' to do G A little further down the track D G He said,"I'm your man, I wouldn't do you wrong" Well Frankie curled up on the sofa Thinkin' about her man C G Far away couples were dancin' to the music of his band D G He was Frankie's man he wasn't doin' her wrong Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right away C G She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played D G He was Frankie's man but she was far away He sang another song to the redhead She smiled back at him C Then he came and sat at her table G Where the lights were low and dim D G What Frankie didn't know wouldn't hurt her none Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him She slapped him a time or two C G She said,"I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on you" D G "If you're her man you'd better treat her right" Well the moral of this story Is be good but carry a stick C Sometimes it looks like a guitar-picker G Just can't tell what to pick D G He was Frankie's man and he still ain't done her wrong
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