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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts |
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But he was doin' her wrong |
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He was doin' her wrong in a bad way |
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But she was good and strong |
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He was her man, but he was a jerk |
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Was in a hotel with Nellie Blye |
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And the gun went rooty-toot-toot |
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Shot the bastard in the heart |
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And ruined his nice suit |
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He was her man, but he was no damn good |
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So they took him up to the graveyard |
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And stuck him in the dirt |
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Which was oh-so very sad, |
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And a waste of a nice clean shirt |
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He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong |
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He had no idea what happened |
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He was waving hello to God |
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He died from eating squirrel, |
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And they laid him in the sun |
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He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong |
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So that was Frankie and Johnny |
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And that's the end of my song |
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She put a hose in his tailpipe |
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'Cause he had done her wrong |
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He was her man, and that's all she wrote |
