Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Oh, what a couple in love
Frankie was loyal to Johnny
Just as true as the stars above He was her man
But he done her wrong Frankie went down to the d**tore
Some ice cream she wanted to buy
The soda jerk told her that Johnny
Was making love to Nellie Bligh He was her man
But he was doing her wrong Now Frankie's dad was a policeman
She stole his old forty-four gun
Then back to the d**tore she beat it
Just as fast as she could run After her man
Who was doing her wrong Now Frankie peaked in on the party
She got a surprise when she saw
That Nellie and Johnny were making love
And sipping soda through a straw He was her man
But he was doing her wrong So Frankie flew into a tantrum
She whipped out that old forty-four
And her rootie-toot-boom, that gal did shoot
Right through that hardwood swinging door She shot her man
'Cause he was doing her wrong So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard
But only seven are coming back She shot her man
'Cause he was doing her wrong Now this is the end of my story
And this is the end of my song
Frankie is down in the jailhouse
And she cries the whole night long "He was my man
But he was doing me wrong"