Frankie's Man, Johnny

<p>[Verse]<br/>Well now, Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts<br/>They were true as a blue, blue sky<br/>He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wandering eye<br/>But he was her man nearly all of the time<br/>Well, Johnny he packed up to leave her, but he promised he&#x27;d be back<br/>He said he had a little picking to do a little farther down the track<br/>He said, &quot;I&#x27;m your man, I wouldn&#x27;t do you wrong&quot;<br/>Well, Frankie curled up on the sofa, thinking about her man<br/>Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his band<br/>He was Frankie&#x27;s man, he wadn&#x27;t doing her wrong<br/>Then, in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right away<br/>She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played<br/>He was Frankie&#x27;s man, but she was far away<br/>He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him<br/>Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were low and dim<br/>What Frankie didn&#x27;t know wouldn&#x27;t hurt her none<br/>Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him, she slapped him a time or two<br/>She said, &quot;I&#x27;m Frankie&#x27;s sister and I was checking up on you<br/>If you&#x27;re her man you better treat her right&quot;<br/>[Outro]<br/>Well, the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick<br/>Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can&#x27;t tell what to pick<br/>He was Frankie&#x27;s man and he still ain&#x27;t done her wrong