Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,

voice; guitarsCollected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark. Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958 Reel 360, Item 8 Frankie and Johnnie Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, Oh how they did love, They swore they'd be true to each other, Just as true as the stars above, He was her man But he done her wrong. Frankie looked over the transom, There to his surprise Frankie caught her Johnny Makin' love to Nellie Bly. He was her man But he done her wrong. Frankie pulled up her kimono, Took out her little forty-four, Root-te-toot, three times she shot, Right through that hardwood door. She shot her man Who was doin' her wrong. She shot her man Cause he wouldn't come home. Bring out your rubber-tired bosses, Bring out your rubber-tired hack, I'm a-takin' my man to the graveyard And I ain't a-gonna bring him back. He was my man But he done me wrong. Now this storyn has no moral, This story has no end, It only goes to show you That there ain't no good in men. They'll do you wrong And they won't come home.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation