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GWell now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts They were true as a blue, blue sky CHe was a long-legged guitar-picker With a wicked, wondering Deye But he was her man nearly all of the Gtime
Well Johnny he packed up a leaven' But he promised he'd be back
He Csaid he had a little picking' to do A little further down the Gtrack He said,"I'm Dyour man, I wouldn't do Gyou wrong"
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa Thinkin' about her man
CFar away couples were dancin' to the music of his Gband He was Frankie's mDan he wasn't doin' her wGrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right away
She cCame down by the bandstand to watch him while he pGlayed He was Frankie's mDan but she was far Gaway
He sang another song to the redhead She smiled back at him
Then he Ccame and sat at her table Where the lights were low and Gdim What Frankie didn't Dknow wouldn't hurt her Gnone
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him She slapped him a time or two
She sCaid,"I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking uGp on you" "If you'reD her man you'd better treatG her right"
Well the moral of this story Is be good but carry a stick
CSometimes it looks like a guitar-picker Just can't tell what to Gpick He was Frankie's mDan and he still ain't done her wGrong