- drums. Album: 'Blues From The Gutter' Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Well, Frankie Frankie told Johnny Lord, I want a diamond ring Oh, Johnny told
87 played his old 88 The piano sat in a corner on a sagging hardwood floor On top was a frame I made for him with a picture of the Lord. A faded baptist
to you, Roxie And I'll appear in Lavaliere That goes all the way down to my waist Here a ring, there a ring Everywhere a ring a ling But always in the
promisses the good life and a big diamond ring All she wants is a baby and a sewing machine Her big old brown eyes they sparkle with love Nobody knows Lord
from the Nashville goodwill Heaven would smile and bells would ring when I touched those shiny strings And I was the richest poor boy in the town of Nashville [ piano
of 87 played his old 88 The piano sat in a corner on a sagging hardwood floor On top was a frame I made for him with a picture of the Lord. A faded baptist
