Frankie was a good woman   Everybody knows   She gave her man Johnny a hundred dollar bill   Just to buy one suit of clothes      Frankie went down to the barroom   She ordered herself one glass of beer   She asked that bartending man   "Tell me, has my sweet Johnny been here?"      He said, "Frankie, I ain't gonna tell you no stories"   He said, "Frankie, I ain't gonna tell you no lie"   He said, "Frankie, I saw Johnny about one hour ago   He was heading over, going to see Miss Nellie Bly"      She cried, "Hold me back   Hold me back, take away my gun   Hold me back, hold me back   Somebody, won't you please hold me back   Don't let me do what must be done"      Frankie went on over to that coke joint   She stood outside, she rang that bell   She said, "Alright, Johnny, you're my loving man   And if I find you in here I'm gonna shoot you   I'm gonna shoot you sure as hell"      Sure enough there Johnny was with Nellie Bly   He sees the gun in Frankie's hand, he says   "Frankie, don't shoot, I swear I won't treat you wrong no more"   That's for sure, 'cause by the time she was done with that gun   Her man was not gonna treat her wrong no more      Roll out your rubber tired carriages   Roll out your rubber tired hacks   There's twelve men going to the graveyard   There's only eleven men coming back