| D | | | A | | | G | | | G | \rightrepeat
| D | A | ||
| My car goes | Chicago. |
| G | G | ||
| Every weekend to pick | up | some cargo. |
| D | A | ||
| I think I know the bloody | way | by now, Frankie, |
| G | G | ||
| and turn the god dawn | ra | dio down, thank you. |
| D | A | ||
| Pull over, | count the money, |
| G | G | |||
| but | don’t | count the thirty in the | glove | box, buddy. |
| D | A | G | (N.C.) | |||
| That’s for to buy | Lucille some | cloth | es. |
| D | G | ||
| “Bang! Bang! | Bang | !” went Frankie’s | Gun. |
| A | A | |||
| He shot me | down, | Lu | cille. | 𝄇 |
| D | A | ||
| He shot me | down. | (He shot me | down.) |
| G | G | |
| He shot me | down. |
| D | |
| Work zones, double fines. |
| A | |
| Don’t pass the double lines. |
| G | G | ||
| Trailer McDonald’s rest stop | trailer double wide. |
| D | A | ||
| I saw a man hit my | mom | one time, really, |
| G | G | ||
| I hurt him so damn bad | I had to hide in Jersey. |
| D | |
| Called my mama told her |
| A | |
| in the dresser, there’s a |
| G | G | ||
| ten | or twenty dollars but there | ain’t | no lesser. |
| D | A | |
| That’s for to take my sis | ter |
| G | (N.C.) | ||
| to the picture | show | . |
| D | G | ||
| “Bang! Bang! | Bang | !” went Frankie’s | Gun. |
| A | A | |||
| He shot me | down, | Lu | cille. | 𝄇 |
| D | A | ||
| He shot me | down. | (He shot me | down.) |
| G | G | |
| He shot me | down. |
| D | A | G | G | ||||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na | na na na | na | na |
| D | A | G | G | ||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na |
| D | A | G | G | ||||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na | na na na | na | na |
| Tell me, why did you do it? |
| D | A | G | G | ||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na |
| D | | | A | | | G | | | G | \rightrepeat
| D | |
| Slip make a fender shine. |
| A | |
| Frankie, you’re a friend of mine. |
| G | G | ||
| Got | me off a bender after | long | legged Brenda died. |
| D | A | ||
| I thought we might be on a roll | this time Frankie. |
| G | |
| I could have swore the box |
| G | ||
| said | Holly | wood blanks, but |
| D | A | ||
| you see my mama, | please tell her |
| G | G | |||
| I | left | a little rock in a box | in the cellar. |
| D | A | G | (N.C.) | ||
| That’s for to | wear | ’till kingdom | come. |
| D | G | ||
| “Bang! Bang! | Bang | !” went Frankie’s | Gun. |
| A | A | |||
| He shot me | down, | Lu | cille. | 𝄇 |
| D | A | ||
| He shot me | down. | (He shot me | down.) |
| G | G | |
| He shot me | down. |
| D | A | G | G | ||||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na | na na na | na | na |
| D | A | G | G | ||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na |
| D | A | G | G | ||||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na | na na na | na | na |
| D | A | G | G | ||
| Sha nay | na | sha nay | na |
| Yodel ay eee oooo |