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