Charlie poole leaving home lyrics
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LEAVING HOME
(Charlie Poole)
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts; they had a quarrel one day,
Johnny vowed he'd leave her; he said he was going away,
Never coming home, going away to roam.
Frankie she begged and pleaded, my love Johnny, please stay,
Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong, but please don't go away;
Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried,
cho: Oh, I'm going away, I'm a-going to stay, and never coming home
Gonna miss me, honey, in the days to come,
When the winter wind s begin to blow, the ground is covered up,
And when you think of the way
You're gonna wish me back, your loving man,
You're gonna miss me honey in the day they say's to come.
Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now your hour done come"
'Cause underneath her silk kimona she drew her 44 gun
These love affairs are hard to bear
Johnny he fled down the stairway, my love Frankie, don't shoot,
Frankie done aimed the 44 while the gun went rooty-toot-toot,
As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,
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"Leaving Home" lyrics - CHARLIE POOLE
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts; they had a quarrel one day,
Johnny vowed he'd leave her; he said he was going away,
Never coming home, going away to roam.
Frankie she begged and she pleaded, "My love Johnny, please stay,
Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong, but please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed and Frankie cried,
[Chorus:]
Oh, I'm going away, I'm going to stay, and never coming home
Gonna miss me, honey, in the days to come,
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up
And when you think of me, gonna wish me back, your loving man,
You're gonna miss me honey in the day, days, days to come.
Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Say, man, your hour has come"
Underneath her silk kimono she drew a forty-four gun
These love affairs are hard to bear
Johnny he fled down the stairway, "My love, Frankie, don't shoot."
Frankie just aimed with the forty-four fem times with a rooty-toot-toot,
As Johnny fell,
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Both of my grandmothers played piano and sang, reflecting what was considered a proper social education for girls born as they were in 1892 and 1900. While most of their repertoires consisted of often long-forgotten popular songs from their childhoods, both occasionally drifted into performing what might be called a kind of derivative folk music, often Irish airs with rewritten American lyrics. Occasionally these ladies were capable of some surprises. My maternal grandma - a rather prim and conservative woman - would occasionally slip into a bit of honky-tonk or ragtime, and it was from her that I first remember hearing "Frankie and Johnny," a honky-tonk/ragtime classic if the genres ever produced one.
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