Frankie And Johnny Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

AFrankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love

 SwDore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies aAbove

 He was her mEan, wouldn't do her no wrAong

 AnAd Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit

 Yeah, FraDnkie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cutAe

 He was her mEan, he wouldn't do her no wrAong

 FranAkie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer

 SaidD to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been herAe?"

 "He was my mEan, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wArong, so wrong."

 Yeah, FrAankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise

 There sDat her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie BAly

 He was her mEan, but he was doin' her wrAong

 Well, FrAankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44

 She sDhot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood

 doAor

 Yeah, she shot her mEan (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wrAong yeah

AHe said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow,

 ODh roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me Aso,

 I was your mEan, but I been doin' you wrAong."

(Instrumental & trombone & guitar solo)

Well, they sent for Frankie's mother Come down to Huddie's saloon

To see what's the matter with her boy She come down, Frankie looked up at her

Here what she said:

 ShAe said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please

 Well I kiDlled your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended kAnee

 I shot your mEan, 'cause he was doin' me wrAong ah'.

AShe said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not

 For kDillin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've Agot,

 'Lord, you shot my Eman and he was doin' you wrAong."

AWell, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell

 She woDuld be there lonely, herself With no one there to caAre

 She shot her mEan, a-he'd been doin' her wArong, so wrong

AWell, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap

 Yeah, they're gonna take JoDhnny, Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't never comingA back

 Well, he was her mEan Oh, but he been doin' her wrAong, so wrong

AWell, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end

 Well, the Dstory only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in Amen!

 She shot her Eman (he was her man) But he was doin' her wrAong