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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts;
They had a quarrel one day,
Johnny vowed he'd leave her;
He said he was going away,
Never coming home, going away to roam.
Frankie she begged and she pleaded,
"My love Johnny, please stay,
Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong,
But please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed and Frankie cried,
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Oh, I'm going away, I'm going to stay, never coming home.
You're gonna miss me, honey, in the days to come,
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up
And when you think of the way you're gonna wish me back,
your loving man,
You're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they says to come.
Frankie done said to her Johnny,
"Oh, man, your hour done come"
From behind her silk kimono
She drew out a forty-four gun
These love affairs are hard to bear.
Well, Johnny he fled down the stairway,
He said "My love, Frankie, don't shoot."
Frankie done aimed that forty-four
While the gun went rooty-toot-toot,
As Johnny fell, he give a yell,
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Send for your rubber-tired hearses,
Send for your rubber-tired hacks
Carry little Johnny to the graveyard,
I shot him in the back
With a great big gun, as the preacher begun.
Send for a thousand policemen
Take me right away,
Lock me down in the dungeon cell
And throw the key away,
My Johnny is dead, because he said
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