Frankie and Johnny

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# Come along

# Come along

# There's a full moon shinin' bright

# Come along

# Come along

# We're gonna hit St Louis tonight

# Spend your money

# Lookin' at the chorus line

# Spend your money

# Win it on the number nine

# Take your sweetheart

# Even though she's never been

# If she's worried

# Tell her that you always win

# Come along

# Come along

# There's a full moon shinin' bright

# Come along

# Come along

# You're gonna win a fortune tonight

# Hear the whistle

# Lady Luck's about to go

# Is she smiling?

# Maybe yes or maybe no

# Now's the time when

# Nights are filled with sweet romance

# Don't be bashful

# Step on up and take a chance

# Come along

# Come along

# There's a full moon shinin' bright

# Come along

# Come along

# We're gonna hit St Louis tonight

# Come along

# Come along

# You're gonna win a fortune tonight

Boss, they just stopped a customer

from betting a roll of these. Why?

- Why? Because it's Confederate money.

- Money's money, ain't it?

Blackie, I don't know

what I'd do without you.

- You'd manage.

- Thanks.

Escort the gentleman gently to the deck.

Then kick him down the gangplank.

No more bets.

- Seen Johnny? It's nearly showtime.

- He made his daily bet. He went thataway.

- The rabbit's foot didn't help?

- Help? He lost that too.

OK. New shoot. Come on out.

Johnny?

12 straight times he drew cards to 12,

on account of today is the 12th.

- He didn't even win once?

- With me dealing?

- Hey, piano player.

- Yes, Mr Braden?

- Tonight, play the notes as written.

- I'll use both hands.

And if Johnny is late again,

I hope he can dance with a broken leg.

That's what I like about you, Boss.

Always ready with a pat on the back.

Place your bets!

- You seen Johnny?

- Look under the nearest pair of dice.

- Don't you even say hello to your wife?

- Hello, Wife.

Peg, how can I get Johnny

to give up gambling?

Easy. A bullet in the head, poison in his

coffee, a fatal knife wound. Nothin' to it.

Where were you?

I lost you at the blackjack table.

A guy told me about a gypsy fortune-teller.

She's got a hot cup of tea leaves.

I'm a coffee man, myself.

What became of your astrologer? She

couldn't read the stars on a cloudy night?

- You gotta have faith, Cully.

- And money.

- What did you lose tonight?

- How much did I have?

That's what you lost last night.

You're holding your own.

Seven years' bad luck.

- It was already cracked.

- OK. Only five.

- Be over before you know it.

- Aw...

Hey, five. That's a hunch.

Loan me five bucks.

- I can't afford you.

- Put the five on number five.

- I'll lose my job if I'm late.

- I'll lose confidence if I pass up a hunch.

Hello, Johnny.

Hello, Johnny.

Say goodbye, Johnny.

They're wearing mittens out there tonight.

- They just don't appreciate talent.

- No.

Onstage for "Petunia".

- Always brings me luck.

- You need a new horseshoe.

# I've got a gal

# Oh, what a pal

# The apple of my eye

# We're something rare

# A peach of a pair

# But her dad won't let us meet

# And I could die

# I love Petunia the gardener's daughter

# Ooh, how that gal can kiss

# My eyes are blue as bluebells,

each cheek a rose to see

# How I dance when she plants

her two lips on me

# He's as daffy as a daffodil

# He loves to kiss me all the time

# Tonight I'll steal into her garden

# And make Petunia's two lips mine

# She makes other girls

look just like weeds

# I wanna be his clinging vine

# Tonight I'll steal into her garden

# And make Petunia's two lips

# My ever-lovin' two lips

# Make Petunia's two lips mine

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