Alba s touto skladbou:
Sam Cooke At The Copa,
Gene Vincent Rocks And The Blue Caps Roll,
Well, Frankie and Johnny were lovers
True as the stars above
Frankie said, "Johnny, you my man
You the man I love
You my man, but don't you do me wrong"
Well, Johnny walked down to the barroom
He said, "Man, I sure am dry"
He said, "Give me some o' that joy juice
So I can drink it with Nellie Bly"
He was her man, but heard he done her wrong
Well, then Frankie walked into the barroom
When she took out that long forty-four
And rooty-tee-toot, that gal did shoot
Through that hardboard swingin' door
She done her man 'cause he was doin' her wrong, so wrong
Poor Johnny
Well, then Frankie strolled into the barroom
Then she took that long forty-four
And rooty-tee-toot, that gal did shoot
Through that hardboard swingin' door
She done her man 'cause he was doin' her wrong, so wrong
Well now, Frankie sits down in the jailhouse
She went down on bended knee
She said, "Hey-hey, Mister Jailer
Tell me what you're gonna do with me
He was my man, but he done me wrong, So wrong"
He was my man, but I done her wrong, so wrong
