Burl Ives - Frankie And Johnny Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
AFrankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love SwDore to be true to each other Yeah, true to the skies aAbove He was her mEan, wouldn't do her no wrAong AnAd Frankie and Johnny went walkin' And Johnny had on a new suit Yeah, FraDnkie spent one-hundred dollar notes Just to make her man look cutAe He was her mEan, he wouldn't do her no wrAong FranAkie went over to the barroom Stopped for a bottle of beer SaidD to the old bartender man "Has my lover Johnny man been herAe?" "He was my mEan, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wArong, so wrong." Yeah, FrAankie looked over the transom door And there to her great surprise There sDat her lover man Johnny Makin' love to Nellie BAly He was her mEan, but he was doin' her wrAong Well, FrAankie lifted up her kimono dress And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44 She sDhot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him And through that hardwood doAor Yeah, she shot her mEan (yeah he was her man) Well, but he been doin' her wrAong yeah AHe said," roll me over so careful ah Roll me over so slow, ODh roll me off to my left hand side, Because your bullet hurt me Aso, I was your mEan, but I been doin' you wrAong." Well, they sent for Frankie's mother Come down to Huddie's saloon To see what's the matter with her boy She come down, Frankie looked up at her Here what she said: ShAe said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please Well I kiDlled your lovin' son, Johnny But I'm down on my bended kAnee I shot your mEan, 'cause he was doin' me wrAong ah'. AShe said, "I'll forgive you Frankie, She said, I'll forgive you not, not For kDillin' lovin' son Johnny, He's the only support that I've Agot, 'Lord, you shot my Eman and he was doin' you wrAong." AWell, the last time I seen Frankie She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell She woDuld be there lonely, herself With no one there to caAre She shot her mEan, a-he'd been doin' her wArong, so wrong AWell, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long You gotta bring out your pony and trap Yeah, they're gonna take JoDhnny, Johnny to the cemetery And he ain't never comingA back Well, he was her mEan Oh, but he been doin' her wrAong, so wrong AWell, the story ain't got no moral, Lordy But the story ain't got no end Well, the Dstory only goes to show That there ain't no damn good in Amen! She shot her Eman (he was her man) But he was doin' her wrAong

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