Frankie's Man, Johnny
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker
With a wicked wanderin' eye
But he was her man
Nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her
But he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin'
To do a little farther down the track
He said I'm your man
I wouldn't do you wrong
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa
Thinkin' about her man
Far away the couples were dancing
To the music of his band
He was Frankie's man
He wouldn't doin' her wrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead
Johnny saw her right away
She came down by the bandstand
To watch him while he played
He was Frankie's man
But she was far away
He sang every song to the redhead
She smiled back at him
Then he came and sat at her table
Oh where the lights were low and dim
What Frankie didn't know
Wouldn't hurt her none
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him
She slapped him a time or two
She said I'm Frankie's sister
And I was checking up on you
If you're her man
You better treat her right
Well the moral of this story
Is be good but carry a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker
Just can't tell what to pick
He was Frankie's man
And he still ain't done her wrong
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker
With a wicked wanderin' eye
But he was her man
Nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her
But he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin'
To do a little farther down the track
He said I'm your man
I wouldn't do you wrong
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa
Thinkin' about her man
Far away the couples were dancing
To the music of his band
He was Frankie's man
He wouldn't doin' her wrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead
Johnny saw her right away
She came down by the bandstand
To watch him while he played
He was Frankie's man
But she was far away
He sang every song to the redhead
She smiled back at him
Then he came and sat at her table
Oh where the lights were low and dim
What Frankie didn't know
Wouldn't hurt her none
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him
She slapped him a time or two
She said I'm Frankie's sister
And I was checking up on you
If you're her man
You better treat her right
Well the moral of this story
Is be good but carry a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker
Just can't tell what to pick
He was Frankie's man
And he still ain't done her wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny R. Cash
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Songwriter
- Spotlight / Well Alright
- Well Alright
- The Best of Johnny Cash: Sun Records Essentials
- The Best of Johnny Cash: Sun Records Essentials (feat. The Tennessee Two)
- INTEGRAL JOHNNY CASH 1954 - 1962
- My Way Volume III
- My Way Volume II
- My Way
- Bear's Sonic Journals: Live at The Carousel Ballroom, 4/24/1968
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