Frankie and Johnny

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