Frankie And Johnny Chords by Doc Watson, David Grisman

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[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ Frankie and Johnny were _ sweethearts, _
Doubted how they did love,
_ [F] Swore to be true to each other,
_ True as the [C] stars above,
[G] He was a _ man,
But Lord he [C] done it wrong.
_ _ _ _ [A] [C] Little Frankie went down on the corner,
_ To get a little glass of [E] beer,
_ [F] She says, Mr.
Bartender, tell me,
Has my loving Johnny [C] been here?
Have you [G] seen my [B]
man?
_ [G] _ I think he's [C] doing me wrong.
Did you see him anywhere, David? _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ He said, I ain't gonna tell you no story, honey,
I sure won't tell you no lie.
[F] I saw old Johnny about an hour ago,
With a gal named [C] Nellie Bly,
Yes, I [G] see it, Joe man.
_ _ I think he's doing [C] you wrong.
_ _ _ _ _ Little Frankie peeped over the transom, _ _
And there to her surprise,
_ [F] She saw old Johnny sitting there on a cot,
Making love to Miss [C] Nellie Bly,
Yes, she'd seen [G] her man,
_ _ And he was doing [C] her wrong.
All right, Jackson.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Frankie jerked back her kimono,
_ Whipped out a little .44,
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She shot him down,
And he fell on that [C] hardwood floor,
Thought she killed [G] her [F] man,
_ _ [G] But he was [B] doing [C] her wrong.
_ _ _ _ _ Turn me over, Frankie, honey,
_ Oh, turn me over slow,
_ _ _ [F] Please don't you touch my wounded side,
Cause my heart's gonna [C] overflow,
You done killed [G] your man,
_ _ But I done [C] you wrong.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Took Frankie down to the courthouse,
Yeah, they set her in a big armchair,
_ [F] She sat right there,
Telling old judge and jury,
Give her 99 [Cm] years for shooting [G] that [Dm]
man,
_ [G] _ Because he done her [Am] wrong.
Now listen [C] here, girls,
_ _ _ This story has no moral,
_ _ This story ain't got no [Gm] end,
_ [F] It only goes to prove to the gals,
That there ain't no good [C] in the men,
Lord, I shot [G] my _ man,
_ Cause he done [C] me [A] _
wrong.
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