Chords for Frankie's Man, Johnny - Johnny Cash
Tempo:
80.4 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Bbm
F
Eb
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well, now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, they were true as the blue, blue sky.
[Eb] He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wandering [Bb] eye, but he was [F] her man nearly
all of [Bbm] the time.
Well Johnny, he packed up to leave her, but he [Bb] promised he'd be back.
[Eb] He said he had a little picking to do a little farther down [Bbm] the track.
He said, I'm your [C] man, [F] I wouldn't do you [Bbm] wrong.
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa [Bb] thinking about her man.
[Ebm] Far away the couples were dancing to the music of [Bbm] his band.
He was [C] Frankie's man, he wasn't doing [Bbm] her wrong.
Then in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right [Bb] away.
[Ebm] She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he [Bbm] played.
He was [F] Frankie's man, but she was far [Bb] away.
He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him.
[Ebm] Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were [Bbm] low and dim.
What Frankie [F] didn't know wouldn't hurt [Bb] her none.
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him.
She slapped him a time or two.
[Eb] She said, I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up [Bbm] on you.
If you're [F] her man, you better treat [Bb] her right.
Well the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick.
[Eb]
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell [Bb] what to pick.
He [F] was Frankie's man and he still ain't done [Bb] her wrong.
[N]
[Eb] He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wandering [Bb] eye, but he was [F] her man nearly
all of [Bbm] the time.
Well Johnny, he packed up to leave her, but he [Bb] promised he'd be back.
[Eb] He said he had a little picking to do a little farther down [Bbm] the track.
He said, I'm your [C] man, [F] I wouldn't do you [Bbm] wrong.
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa [Bb] thinking about her man.
[Ebm] Far away the couples were dancing to the music of [Bbm] his band.
He was [C] Frankie's man, he wasn't doing [Bbm] her wrong.
Then in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right [Bb] away.
[Ebm] She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he [Bbm] played.
He was [F] Frankie's man, but she was far [Bb] away.
He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him.
[Ebm] Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were [Bbm] low and dim.
What Frankie [F] didn't know wouldn't hurt [Bb] her none.
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him.
She slapped him a time or two.
[Eb] She said, I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up [Bbm] on you.
If you're [F] her man, you better treat [Bb] her right.
Well the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick.
[Eb]
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell [Bb] what to pick.
He [F] was Frankie's man and he still ain't done [Bb] her wrong.
[N]
Key:
Bb
Bbm
F
Eb
Ebm
Bb
Bbm
F
Well, now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, they were true as the blue, blue sky.
[Eb] He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wandering [Bb] eye, but he was [F] her man _ nearly
all of [Bbm] the time.
_ _ Well Johnny, he packed up to leave her, but he [Bb] promised he'd be back.
[Eb] He said he had a little picking to do a little farther down [Bbm] the track.
He said, I'm your [C] man, [F] I wouldn't do you [Bbm] wrong.
_ _ Well Frankie curled up on the sofa [Bb] thinking about her man.
[Ebm] Far away the couples were dancing to the music of [Bbm] his band.
He was [C] Frankie's man, he wasn't doing [Bbm] her wrong.
_ _ Then in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right [Bb] away.
[Ebm] She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he [Bbm] played.
He was [F] Frankie's man, but she was far [Bb] away.
_ _ He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him.
[Ebm] Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were [Bbm] low and dim.
What Frankie [F] didn't know _ wouldn't hurt [Bb] her none.
_ _ Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him.
She slapped him a time or two.
[Eb] She said, I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up [Bbm] on you.
If you're [F] her man, you better treat [Bb] her right.
_ _ Well the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick.
_ [Eb]
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell [Bb] what to pick.
He [F] was Frankie's man _ and he still ain't done [Bb] her wrong. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Eb] He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wandering [Bb] eye, but he was [F] her man _ nearly
all of [Bbm] the time.
_ _ Well Johnny, he packed up to leave her, but he [Bb] promised he'd be back.
[Eb] He said he had a little picking to do a little farther down [Bbm] the track.
He said, I'm your [C] man, [F] I wouldn't do you [Bbm] wrong.
_ _ Well Frankie curled up on the sofa [Bb] thinking about her man.
[Ebm] Far away the couples were dancing to the music of [Bbm] his band.
He was [C] Frankie's man, he wasn't doing [Bbm] her wrong.
_ _ Then in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right [Bb] away.
[Ebm] She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he [Bbm] played.
He was [F] Frankie's man, but she was far [Bb] away.
_ _ He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him.
[Ebm] Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were [Bbm] low and dim.
What Frankie [F] didn't know _ wouldn't hurt [Bb] her none.
_ _ Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him.
She slapped him a time or two.
[Eb] She said, I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up [Bbm] on you.
If you're [F] her man, you better treat [Bb] her right.
_ _ Well the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick.
_ [Eb]
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell [Bb] what to pick.
He [F] was Frankie's man _ and he still ain't done [Bb] her wrong. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _