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Well, now, Frankie [A]and Johnny were sweethearts;
They were true as a blue, blue sky.
[D]He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' ey[A]e,
But he was her man nearly all[E] of the time.[A]
Well, John[A]ny, he packed up to leave her,
But he promised he'd be back.
[D]He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the[A] track.
He said, "I'm your man; [E] I wouldn't do you wrong."[A]
Well, F[A]rankie curled up on the sofa,
Thinkin' about her man.
[D]Far away the couples were dancin' to[A] the music of his band.
He was Frank[E]ie's man; he wasn't doin' her [A]wrong.
Then in t[A]he front door walked a redhead,
Johnny saw her right away.
[D]She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played.[A]
He was Frankie's man, but she was[E] far away.[A]
He san[A]g ev'ry song to the redhead,
She smiled back at him.
The he [D]came and sat by her table, where the lights were low and d[A]im.
What Frankie didn't know [E] wouldn't hurt her none.[A]
Then the redhead[A] jumped up an slapped him;
She slapped him a time or two.
She said[D], "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checkin' up on you.[A]
If you'[E]re her man you better treat her r[A]ight."
Well, the moral [A]of this story
Is be good but carry a stick.
[D]Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to[A] pick.
He was Frankie's man, and he[E] still ain't done her wrong.[A]
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Well, now, Frankie [A]and Johnny were sweethearts;
They were true as a blue, blue sky.
[D]He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' ey[A]e,
But he was her man nearly all[E] of the time.[A]
Well, John[A]ny, he packed up to leave her,
But he promised he'd be back.
[D]He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the[A] track.
He said, "I'm your man; [E] I wouldn't do you wrong."[A]
Well, F[A]rankie curled up on the sofa,
Thinkin' about her man.
[D]Far away the couples were dancin' to[A] the music of his band.
He was Frank[E]ie's man; he wasn't doin' her [A]wrong.
Then in t[A]he front door walked a redhead,
Johnny saw her right away.
[D]She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played.[A]
He was Frankie's man, but she was[E] far away.[A]
He san[A]g ev'ry song to the redhead,
She smiled back at him.
The he [D]came and sat by her table, where the lights were low and d[A]im.
What Frankie didn't know [E] wouldn't hurt her none.[A]
Then the redhead[A] jumped up an slapped him;
She slapped him a time or two.
She said[D], "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checkin' up on you.[A]
If you'[E]re her man you better treat her r[A]ight."
Well, the moral [A]of this story
Is be good but carry a stick.
[D]Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to[A] pick.
He was Frankie's man, and he[E] still ain't done her wrong.[A]
For more Johnny Cash chords, see www.unofficial-johnnycash.com!
