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Frankie and Johnny Were Schweethawts

Frankie and Johnny Were Schweethawts

Thomas M. Kelly
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The time is 1923. This play takes place in any river town, such as Sacramento, St. Louis, Astoria, Oregon or Muscatine, Iowa with hazy harlot haunts, honky-tonks, hook-shops and hotels. The set is the interior of a local speakeasy... next to a hotel ... next to a pawn shop ... next to a hanging gallows.
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, oh lordy how they could love. They promised to be true to each other, just as long as there were skies above. He was her man, and wouldn't do her wrong. Johnny said "I'm gonna leave you, I won't be gone very long. You wait right here honey, don'cha ya worry none while I'm gone . I am your man, and wouldn't do you wrong." Frankie went down to the barroom, she went for a bucket of beer. "Hey there Mr. Bartender has my lovin' Johnny been here? He is my man and wouldn't do me wrong." "Well I wouldn't want to cause you no trouble, but I ain't gonna tell you a lie. Johnny left here about a minute ago with that lowdown Nelly Bly. He is your man, but he's been doin' you wrong". Frankie went lookin' for Johnny. She didn't do it for fun. She sneaked right up behind the Sheriff, and pinched his forty four gun.
He was her man and he was doin' her wrong. Johnny he grabbed off his Stetson, "Oh lordy don't shoot". But Frankie had her finger on the trigger, and the gun went rooty toot-toot. She shot him down, 'cause he was doin' her wrong. "Roll me over easy, roll me over so slow. Roll me over on my left side, 'cause the bullet hurts me so. I was your man, but I was doin' you wrong." Frankie ran over to Johnny. She knelt down on her knees. "Oh lover forgive me, forgive me if you please, 'cause you were my man but you were doin' me wrong."
This story ain't got no moral, this story ain't got no end.
It only goes to show you, that there ain't no good in men.
He was her man and he was doin' her wrong.
A hanging. How did we get to the hanging of a beautiful girl? The year is 1927. There are the prostitutes: the Frankies’, the ‘Nellies’, and the ‘Lilas’ who roam the back alleys.

There are the hotel owners: the ‘Madams’. There are the pimps: the ‘Johnnys’. There are the ‘Sheriffs’ who look the other way while bootleg hootch is served by the ‘Bartenders’ in coffee mugs to the ‘Prizefighters’, the local bigwigs, the drummers, and, of course, the politicians.

This is not a typical Sacramento speakeasy; this is Johnny’s Place: The fanciest speakeasy west of the Sierra. It’s a Friday night and Johnny’s friends, harlots and hussies gather to amuse themselves and wait for Johnny’s ‘johns’ to arrive.
Language
English
Pages
50
Format
Kindle Edition
Publisher
Thistle Dew Publishing
Release
August 26, 2012

Frankie and Johnny Were Schweethawts

Thomas M. Kelly
0/5 ( ratings)
The time is 1923. This play takes place in any river town, such as Sacramento, St. Louis, Astoria, Oregon or Muscatine, Iowa with hazy harlot haunts, honky-tonks, hook-shops and hotels. The set is the interior of a local speakeasy... next to a hotel ... next to a pawn shop ... next to a hanging gallows.
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, oh lordy how they could love. They promised to be true to each other, just as long as there were skies above. He was her man, and wouldn't do her wrong. Johnny said "I'm gonna leave you, I won't be gone very long. You wait right here honey, don'cha ya worry none while I'm gone . I am your man, and wouldn't do you wrong." Frankie went down to the barroom, she went for a bucket of beer. "Hey there Mr. Bartender has my lovin' Johnny been here? He is my man and wouldn't do me wrong." "Well I wouldn't want to cause you no trouble, but I ain't gonna tell you a lie. Johnny left here about a minute ago with that lowdown Nelly Bly. He is your man, but he's been doin' you wrong". Frankie went lookin' for Johnny. She didn't do it for fun. She sneaked right up behind the Sheriff, and pinched his forty four gun.
He was her man and he was doin' her wrong. Johnny he grabbed off his Stetson, "Oh lordy don't shoot". But Frankie had her finger on the trigger, and the gun went rooty toot-toot. She shot him down, 'cause he was doin' her wrong. "Roll me over easy, roll me over so slow. Roll me over on my left side, 'cause the bullet hurts me so. I was your man, but I was doin' you wrong." Frankie ran over to Johnny. She knelt down on her knees. "Oh lover forgive me, forgive me if you please, 'cause you were my man but you were doin' me wrong."
This story ain't got no moral, this story ain't got no end.
It only goes to show you, that there ain't no good in men.
He was her man and he was doin' her wrong.
A hanging. How did we get to the hanging of a beautiful girl? The year is 1927. There are the prostitutes: the Frankies’, the ‘Nellies’, and the ‘Lilas’ who roam the back alleys.

There are the hotel owners: the ‘Madams’. There are the pimps: the ‘Johnnys’. There are the ‘Sheriffs’ who look the other way while bootleg hootch is served by the ‘Bartenders’ in coffee mugs to the ‘Prizefighters’, the local bigwigs, the drummers, and, of course, the politicians.

This is not a typical Sacramento speakeasy; this is Johnny’s Place: The fanciest speakeasy west of the Sierra. It’s a Friday night and Johnny’s friends, harlots and hussies gather to amuse themselves and wait for Johnny’s ‘johns’ to arrive.
Language
English
Pages
50
Format
Kindle Edition
Publisher
Thistle Dew Publishing
Release
August 26, 2012

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