#-----------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------# #This OLGA file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation # #of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or # #research. Remember to view this file in Courier, or some other monospaced # #font. See http://www.olga.net/faq/ for more information. # #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2004 00:01:07 -0500 From: fixinchitlins@sbcglobal.net Subject: r/rodgers_jimmie/frankie_and_johnny.crd FRANKIE AND JOHNNY Jimmie Rodgers Tabbed by Chad Miller fixinchitlins@hotmail.com C, F, and G7 the whole song, with a C7 triple strummed before the F. When playing C E---0----0------ B---1----1------ G---0----0------ D---2----2------ A-3------x------ E------3-------- When playing F E---1----1------ B---1----1------ G---2----2------ D-3------x------ A------3-------- E--------------- When playing G7 E---1----1-------- B---0----0-------- G---0----0-------- D---0----0-------- A---2--2---------- E-3-------------- Main Fill A----0-2-3---- E--3---------- C G7 C Yo-lay-ee Yo-lay-ee Oh-ee Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, Oh, Lord, how they did love, Swore to be true to each other, True as the stars above, He was her man he wouldn't do her wrong. Frankie went down to the corner, Just for a bucket of beer, She says, "Mister Bartender, Has my loving Johnny been here, He is my man, He wouldn't do me wrong." I don't want to cause you no trouble, Ain't gonna tell you no lies, I saw your lover an hour ago, With a girl namd Nellie Bly, He was your man, But he's doing you wrong. Frankie looked over the transom, She saw to her suprise, There on a cot sat Johnny Making love to Nellie Bly, He is my man, and he's doing me wrong. C G7 C Yo-lay-ee Yo-lay-ee Oh-ee Frankie drew back her kimona, She took out a little forty-four, Root-to-toot three time she shoot Right through that hardwood door, She shot her man, He was doing her wrong. Bring out your rubber-tired hearses, Bring out your rubber-tired hacks, I'm taking my man to the graveyard But I ain't gonna bring him back, Lord, he was my man, And he done me wrong. (Guitar Break) A----0-2-3-3-2-2-0-0--------0-3-3-3-2-0---3-------- E--3-----------------3-3--3-------------3---------- Bring out a thousand policemen, Bring 'em around today, To lock me down in the dungeon cell And throw that key away, I shot my man, He was doing me wrong. Frankie said to the warden, "What are they going to do?" The warden, he said to Frankie, "It's electric chair for you, 'Cause you shot your man, he was doing you wrong." This story has no moral, This story has no end, This story just goes to show That there ain't no good in men, He was her man, And he done her wrong.