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Well nGow Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue, blue sky
CHe was a long-legged guitar-picker
With a wicked, wondering Geye
But he was her Dman nearly all of the Gtime
Well Johnny he packed up a leaven'
But he promised he'd be back
He Csaid he had a little picking' to do
A little further down the Gtrack
He said,"I'm your Dman, I wouldn't do you wGrong"
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa
Thinkin' about her man
CFar away couples were dancin' to the music of his Gband
He was Frankie's mDan he wasn't doin' her wGrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead
Johnny saw her right away
She cCame down by the bandstand to watch him while he pGlayed
He was Frankie's mDan but she was far Gaway
He sang another song to the redhead
She smiled back at him
Then he Ccame and sat at her table
Where the lights were low and Gdim
What Frankie didn't Dknow wouldn't hurt her Gnone
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him
She slapped him a time or two
She sCaid,"I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on Gyou"
"If you're her Dman you'd better treat her Gright"
Well the moral of this story
Is be good but carry a stick
CSometimes it looks like a guitar-picker
Just can't tell what to Gpick
He was Frankie's mDan and he still ain't done her wGrong
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