paroles de chanson Frankie and Johnny - Roberta Flack

Frankie, she was a fine-looking woman
Loved a man named Johnny, loved him
Spent a hundred dollars for a suit of clothes
Can't you see them walking arm-in-arm along Canal Street
Frankie loved Johnny, Lord, Lord, Lord, everybody knows

Now Frankie, she got off from work one evening just a little bit early
And she said, "Well, well, well, I think I'll have me a bottle of beer"
She sat down, told her troubles to the big bartender
She said, "Tell me, fat daddy, has my lovin' Johnny man been here?"

He said, "Frankie, child, I'm terribly sorry that you asked me that question
'Cause you know girl, that I am about as honest as any man can be
And I saw your Johnny, he was tipping down Main, feeling no pain
Slippin' and slidin' with a gal named Ara, Ara, Ara, Annabel Lee"

Frankie, she screamed, "Oh no, no, no! It can't be so
'Cause I know, I know my candyman wouldn't do me wrong"
She sat there, she had a few more beers and a few more tears
She said, "I'm gettin' damn tired of this low-down, dirty runaround"

Frankie, she jumped into the cab, she said to the driver
"Listen buddy, don't want you to stop for nothing on the way downtown
'Cause I'm looking here, I've got me a .45 here in my brassiere
I'm gonna shoot that man who's been givin' me, yeah, yeah, the runaround"

Now Frankie, she found the lover at Broad and State Streets
Her Johnny was steadily movin' and groovin' with Annabel Lee
She pulled out a gun
She took careful aim on her deadly game and shot poor Johnny
Right smack dab in the middle of his big, big, of his big affair

Bit bam!
The first time she shot him he stood right there, stuttered
Bit bam!
Then he leaned over, and he held his side
Bit bam, yeah!
He was kickin' and screamin', screamin' and kickin'
Then ol' Johnny, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
He laid on down, and he died

I done told you, told you the sad, sad story 'bout Frankie and Johnny
Lord, she loved that man
She spent a hundred dollars, and that's real love
Now can't you see them walking arm-and-arm along Canal Street
Frankie loved Johnny, ooh, yes, she did
Miss Frankie loved Johnny
Frankie loved Johnny, Lord, Lord, everybody knows, oh yeah