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Bob Dylan

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Prie

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Well, Frankie Lee and Judas PriestThey were the best of friendsSo when Frankie Lee needed more money one dayJudas quickly pulled out a roll of tensAnd placed them on a footstoolJust above the plotted plainSayin`, "Take your pick, Frankie BoyMy loss will be your gain".Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right downAnd put his fingers to his chinBut with the cold eyes of Judas on himHis head began to spin"Would ya please not stare at me like that", he said"It`s just my foolish prideBut sometimes a man must be aloneAnd this is no place to hide".Well, Judas he just winked and said"All right, I`ll leave you hereBut you`d better hurry up and chooseWhich of those bills you wantBefore they all disappear""I`m gonna start my pickin` right nowJust tell me where you``ll be".Judas pointed down the roadAnd said, "Eternity""Eternity ?" said Frankie LeeWith a voice as cold as ice"That`s right", said Judas Priest, "EternityThough you might call it Paradise""I don`t call it anything"Said Frankie Lee with a smile"All right", said Judas Priest"I`ll see you after a while".Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back downFeelin` low and meanWhen just then a passing strangerBurst upon the sceneSaying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gamblerWhose father is deceased ?Well, if you areThere`s a fellow callin` you down the roadAnd they say his name is Priest"."Oh yes, he is my friend"Said Frankie Lee in fright"I do recall him very wellIn fact, he just left my sight"Yes, that`s the one", said the strangerAs quit as a mouse."Well, my message is, he`s down the roadStranded in a house".Well, Frankie Lee he panickedHe dropped ev`rythimg and ranUntil he came up to the spotWhere Judas Priest did stand"What kind of a house is this", he said"Where I have come to roam ?""It`s not a house", said Judas Priest"It`s not a house, it`s a home".Well, Frankie Lee he trembledHe soon lost all controlOver ev`rything which he had madeWhile the mission bells did tollHe just stood there starringAt that big house as bright as any sunWith four and twenty windowsAnd a woman`s face in ev`ry one.Well, up the stairs ran Frankie LeeWith a soulful bounding leapAnd foaming at the mouthHe began to make his midnight creepFor sixteen nights and days he ravedBut on the seventeenth he burstInto the arms of Judas PriestWhich is where he died of thirst.No one tried to say a thingWhen they carried him out in jestExcept of course, the little neighbor boyWho carried him to restAnd he just walked along aloneWhit his guilt so well concealedAnd muttered underneath his breath"Nothing is revealed".Well, the moral of the storyThe moral of the songIs simply that one should never beWhere ones does not belongSo when you see your neighbor carryin` somethin`Help him with his loadAnd don`t go mistaking ParadiseFor that home across the road.

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