Verse 1: Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, They had a quarrel one day.
Johnny he vowed he would leave her, Said he was goin' away,
He's never comin' home, He's goin' away to roam.
Frankie she begged and pleaded, Cried "Oh Johnny, please stay."
She says, "My honey I have done you wrong, but please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed, and to his Frankie cried;

Chorus 1: "Oh I'm a goin' away and I'm a goin' to stay,
I'm never coming home;
You're goin' to miss me hon', in the days to come,
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up with snow;
You'll think of me and you will wish to be back with your lovin' man;
You're goin' to miss me hon', in the days, days, days to come.

Verse 2: Frankie says, "listen now Johnny, to prove my love is true,
Every dollar I can save dear, I'm goin' to give to you,
So I think now dear, that ought to keep you here."
Johnny says, "Listen now Frankie, don't want to tell you no lie,
I've lost my heart to another queen, her name is Nellie Bly."
Then Frankie groaned, as her Johnny moaned;

Chorus 2: "Oh I'm a goin' away and I'm a goin' to stay,
I'm never coming home;
You're goin' to miss me hon', in the days to come,
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up with snow;
You'll think of me and you will wish to be back with your lovin' man;
You're goin' to miss me hon', in the days, days, days to come.

Verse 3: Frankie then said to her Johnny, "Say man your hour has come."
From underneath her silk kimona, she drew a forty-four gun,
Oh it was bear, 'twas quite a large affair.
Johnny he dashed down the stairway, cryin' "Oh Frankie, don't shoot."
Frankie took aim with her "Forty-four," five times with a rooty-toot-toot,
As Johnny fell, then miss Frankie yelled;

Chorus 3: "Oh you're a goin' away and you're a goin' to stay,
You're never coming home;
I'm goin' to miss you hon', in the days to come,
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up with snow;
I'll think of thee and I will wish to be back with my lovin' man;
I'm goin' to miss you hon', in the days, days, days to come.

Verse 4: "Send for your rubber tired hearses, go get your rubber tired hacks,
Take lovin' Johnny to the graveyard, I shot him in the back,
With my great big gun, just as he went to run.
Send for a thousand policemen, detectives right away.
Lock me way down in the dungeon cell, and throw the keys away,
My Johnny's dead, just because he said;

Chorus 4: "Oh I'm a goin' away and I'm a goin' to stay,
I'm never coming home;
You're goin' to miss me hon', in the days to come,
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up with snow;
You'll think of me and you will wish to be back with your lovin' man;
You're goin' to miss me hon', in the days, days, days to come.