Classic Poem

Frankie and Johnny were lovers,
Lordy, how they could love,
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars up above,
He was her man, but he done her wrong.

Frankie went down to the corner,
To buy her a bucket of beer,
Frankie says, " Mister Bartender,
Has my lovin' Johnny been here?
He is my man, but he's doing me wrong. "

" I don't want to cause you no trouble
Don't want to tell you no lie,
I saw your Johnny half-an-hour ago
Making love to Nelly Bly.
He is your man, but he's doing you wrong. "

Frankie went down to the hotel
Looked over the transom so high,
There she saw her lovin' Johnny
Making love to Nelly Bly
He was her man; he was doing her wrong.

Frankie threw back her kimono,
Pulled out her big forty-four;
Rooty-toot-toot: three times she shot
Right through that hotel door,
She shot her man, who was doing her wrong.

" Roll me over gently,
Roll me over slow,
Roll me over on my right side,
'Cause these bullets hurt me so,
I was your man, but I done you wrong. "

Bring all your rubber-tired hearses,
Bring all your rubber-tired hacks,
They're carrying poor Johnny to the burying ground
And they ain't gonna bring him back,
He was her man, but he done her wrong.

Frankie says to the sheriff,
" What are they going to do? "
The sheriff he said to Frankie,
" It's the 'lectric chair for you.
He was your man, and he done you wrong. "

" Put me in that dungeon,
Put me in that cell,
Put me where the northeast wind
Blows from the southeast corner of hell,
I shot my man, cause he done me wrong. "