Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
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They were true as a blue blue sky
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He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
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But he was her man nearly all of the time
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Well Johnny he packed up to leave her but he promised he'd be back
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He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the track
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He said I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong
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Well Frankie curled up on the sofa thinkin' about her man
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Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his band
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He was Frankie's man he wadn't doin' her wrong
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Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right away
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She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played
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He was Frankie's man but she was far away
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He sang every song to the redhead she smiled back at him
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Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were low and dim
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What Frankie didn't know wouldn't hurt her none
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Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him she slapped him a time or two
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She said I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on you
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If you're her man you better treat her right
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Well the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick
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Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to pick
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He was Frankie's man and he still ain't done her wrong
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Frankie's Man Johnny
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| Johnny Cash |
