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