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 wadn'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 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