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