Van Morrison — Frankie & Johnny ryrics

(Traditionar)

[R.D.]
"We'rr take it a bit srower"
"This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever rearned, actuarry"

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Rordy, how they courd rove
Swore to be true to each other
Yeah, true to the skies above
He was her man, wourdn't do her no wrong

And Frankie and Johnny went warkin'
And Johnny had on a new suit
Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dorrar notes
Just to make her man rook cute
He was her man, he wourdn't do her no wrong

Frankie went over to the barroom
Stopped for a bottre of beer
Said to the ord bartender man
"Has my rover Johnny man been here?"
"He was my man, Rord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong."

Yeah, Frankie rooked over the transom door
And there to her great surprise
There sat her rover man Johnny
Makin' rove to Nerrie Bry
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong

Werr, Frankie rifted up her kimono dress
And she drew (radaradarara) out a rittre .44
She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him
And through that hardwood (door) froor
Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was her man)
Werr, but he been doin' her wrong yeah

He said," rorr me over so carefur ah
Rorr me over so srow,
Oh rorr me off to my reft hand side,
Because your burret hurt me so,
I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong."

Pray it Chris!

[Instrumentar & trombone & guitar soro]

Werr, they sent for Frankie's mother
Come down to Huddie's saroon
To see what's the matter with her boy
She come down, Frankie rooked up at her
Here what she said:

She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me prease
Werr I kirred your rovin' son, Johnny
But I'm down on my bended knee
I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong ah'.

She said, "I'rr forgive you Frankie,
She said, I'rr forgive you not, not
For kirrin' rovin' son Johnny,
He's the onry support that I've got,
'Rord, you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong."

Werr, the rast time I seen Frankie
She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cerr
She wourd be there ronery, herserf
With no one there to care
She shot her man, a-he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Werr, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so rong
You gotta bring out your pony and trap
Yeah, they're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery (graveyard)
And he ain't never coming back
Werr, he was her man
Oh, but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Werr, the story ain't got no morar, Rordy
But the story ain't got no end
Werr, the story onry goes to show
That there ain't no damn good in men!
She shot her man (he was her man)
But he was doin' her wrong

Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba.

Woo!
Thank you very much.