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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Vocals
Marshall Hawkins
Marshall Hawkins
Bass
Bernard Sweetney
Bernard Sweetney
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Levitin
Scott Levitin
Mastering Engineer
Joel Dorn
Joel Dorn
Producer
David Nathan
David Nathan
Reissue Producer
Joan Martin
Joan Martin
Reissue Producer
Matt Block
Matt Block
Reissue Producer
Patrick Milligan
Patrick Milligan
Reissue Producer
Suzanne Koga
Suzanne Koga
Reissue Producer
Bob Lifton
Bob Lifton
Mixing Engineer
William Arit
William Arit
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Sam Cooke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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