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Hehee...
This is currently on my playlist, just thought I share XD
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Frankie and Johnny as sung by Burl Ives
Frankie and Johnny were lovers,
Oh, how they did love,
Vowed to love each other,
Just as long as there were stars above.
He was her man,
Wouldn't do her wrong.
Frankie went down to the corner,
To get a bucket of beer,
She said, "Oh, Mister Bartender,
Has my lovin' Johnny been here,
He is my man,
Wouldn't do me wrong."
Well I don't want to cause you no trouble,
Don't wanna tell you no lies,
Saw your man not half an hour ago
Making love to Nellie Bly,
He's your man alright,
But he's doing you wrong.
Frankie went down to the drugstore,
She went to buy a gun.
She said oh mister drugstore man,
I want that big and shiny one.
He is my man, but he's doing me wrong.
Frankie pulled back her kimona,
Pulled out her little forty-four,
Root-to-toot three time she shot
Right through that hardwood door.
She shot her man,
Coz he's doing her wrong.
Roll me over on the left side,
Roll me over sloooooooow,
Roll me over on the left side cos those bullets hurt me so
I'm your man, but I've done you wrong.
It was not murder,
In the second degree.
It was not murder,
In the third.
Frankie just went, and dropped her man,
Like a hunter, drooooooops a bird.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
Frankie went walking down Broadway,
the last day that she would be free.
All she could hear, was a three string bow
Playing 'Nearer my God to thee..'
He was her man.
This is currently on my playlist, just thought I share XD
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Frankie and Johnny as sung by Burl Ives
Frankie and Johnny were lovers,
Oh, how they did love,
Vowed to love each other,
Just as long as there were stars above.
He was her man,
Wouldn't do her wrong.
Frankie went down to the corner,
To get a bucket of beer,
She said, "Oh, Mister Bartender,
Has my lovin' Johnny been here,
He is my man,
Wouldn't do me wrong."
Well I don't want to cause you no trouble,
Don't wanna tell you no lies,
Saw your man not half an hour ago
Making love to Nellie Bly,
He's your man alright,
But he's doing you wrong.
Frankie went down to the drugstore,
She went to buy a gun.
She said oh mister drugstore man,
I want that big and shiny one.
He is my man, but he's doing me wrong.
Frankie pulled back her kimona,
Pulled out her little forty-four,
Root-to-toot three time she shot
Right through that hardwood door.
She shot her man,
Coz he's doing her wrong.
Roll me over on the left side,
Roll me over sloooooooow,
Roll me over on the left side cos those bullets hurt me so
I'm your man, but I've done you wrong.
It was not murder,
In the second degree.
It was not murder,
In the third.
Frankie just went, and dropped her man,
Like a hunter, drooooooops a bird.
He was her man, but he was doing her wrong.
Frankie went walking down Broadway,
the last day that she would be free.
All she could hear, was a three string bow
Playing 'Nearer my God to thee..'
He was her man.