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Now Frankie and Johnnie were sweethearts
And they had a quarrel one day
Johnnie vowed he'd leave her
Said he was going away
Never coming home
Going away to roam
Now Frank she begged and she pleaded
She was hollerin' 'Johnnie please stay
Now, hon, I've done you wrong
But please don't go away'
And Johnnie sighed
And Frankie cried
Oh I'm going away, I'm going to stay, never coming home
Gonna miss me honey in the days to come
When the winter wind begins to blow, the ground is covered up with snow
Think on me, wish to be back loving man
Gonna miss me honey in the day, day, days to come
Now Frankie done said to her Johnnie
'Now say man, your hour has come'
Underneath her silk kimono
She drew a forty-four gun
It was a bear
But lot to fare
Now Johnnie fled down the stairway
He's cryin' 'Frankie, don't shoot'
Frankie aimed the forty-four
Five times with a root-toot-toot
And Johnnie fell
And Frankie yelled
Oh I'm going away, I'm going to stay, never coming home
Gonna miss me honey in the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up with snow
Think on me, wish to be back loving man
Gonna miss me honey in the day, day, days to come
Now send for rubber-tired hearses
And you better get your rubber-tired hack
Carry little Johnnie to the graveyard
I shot him in the back
With a great big gun
When he went to run
Now send for thousand policemans
To take me right away
And lock me down in the dungeon cell
And throw the key away
'Cause Johnnie's dead
Just 'cause he said:
Oh I'm going away, I'm going to stay, never coming home
Gonna miss me honey in the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up with snow
Think of me, wish to be back loving man
Gonna miss me honey in the day, day, days to come
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