5 acessos
Frankie e Johnny foram namorados
Mas ele fez mal dela
Ele a levou pro mal caminho
mas ela foi boa e forte
Ele foi seu homem, mas foi bruto.
Foram num hotel de Nellie Blye
E a bala fez rooty-toot-toot
Atirou no coração de um falsário
E arruinou o seu bom terno
Ele foi seu homem, mas não foi nada bom.
Então eles o levaram para um cemitério
E o jogaram em qualquer lugar
O que foi muito triste
E o desperdício de uma boa camisa
Ele foi seu homem, mas fez mal dela.
Ele não tinha idéia do que aconteceu
Ele foi dar um alô a deus
Ele morreu comendo um esquilo
Ele deitou-se no sol.
Então aqueles foram Frankie e Johnny
E esse é o fim da minha música
Ela pôs seu cachimbo na sua calça
Porque ele tinha deixado ela errada
Ele foi seu homem, e isso é tudo que ela escreveu.
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
But he was doin' her wrong
He was doin' her wrong in a bad way
But she was good and strong
He was her man, but he was a jerk
Was in a hotel with Nellie Blye
And the gun went rooty-toot-toot
Shot the bastard in the heart
And ruined his nice suit
He was her man, but he was no damn good
So they took him up to the graveyard
And stuck him in the dirt
Which was oh-so very sad,
And a waste of a nice clean shirt
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
He had no idea what happened
He was waving hello to God
He died from eating squirrel,
And they laid him in the sun
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
So that was Frankie and Johnny
And that's the end of my song
She put a hose in his tailpipe
'Cause he had done her wrong
He was her man, and that's all she wrote