Lyrics:
Well, now FrankieAnd Johnny were sweetheartsThey were true as a blue, blue skyHe was a long-legged guitar pickerWith a wicked wandering eyeBut he was her manNearly all of the timeWell, JohnnyHe packed up to leave herBut he promised he'd be backHe said he had a little picking to doA little farther down the trackHe said, I'm your manI wouldn't do you wrongWell, Frankie curled up on a sofaThinking about her manFar away the couples were dancingTo the music of his bandHe was Frankie's manHe wasn't doing her wrongThen in the front doorWalked a redheadJohnny saw her right awayShe came down by the bandstandTo watch him while he playedHe was Frankie's manBut she was far awayHe sang every song to the redheadShe smiled back at himThen he came and sat at her tableWhere the lights were low and dimWhat Frankie didn't knowWouldn't hurt her noneThen the redheadJumped up and slapped himShe slapped him a time or twoShe said, I'm Frankie's sisterAnd I was checking up on youIf you're her manYou better treat her rightWell, the moral of this storyIs be good but carry a stickSometimes it looks like a guitar pickerJust can't tell what to pickHe was Frankie's man andHe still ain't done her wrong