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Well, Frankie Lee and Priest
were the best of friends
So Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas pulled out a roll of tens

And placed on a footstool
Just above the plotted
Sayin', "Take pick, Frankie Boy
My will be your gain"

Well, Lee, he sat right down
And put his to his chin
But with the cold of Judas on him
His head to spin

"Would you not stare at me like that," he said
It's just my foolish
But sometimes a man must be
And this is no to hide

Well, Judas, he just winked and
"All right, I'll you here
But you'd hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
they all disappear"

I'm gonna start my right now
Just me where you'll be
Judas pointed down the
And said, "Eternity"

"Eternity," Frankie Lee
a voice as cold as ice
"That's right," said Priest, "Eternity
Though you might it Paradise"

"I call it anything"
Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right," said Judas
I'll see you a while

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
low and mean
When just then a stranger
Burst upon the

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the
Whose father is
Well, if you are
There's a callin' you down the road
And they say his is Priest"

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Frankie Lee in fright
I do recall him well
In fact, he just my sight

"Yes, the one," said the stranger
As quiet as a
Well, my message is, down the road
Stranded in a

Well, Lee, he panicked
He dropped and ran
Until he up to the spot
Where Judas did stand

"What kind of is this," he said
Where I have come to
"It's not a house," said Priest
It's not a house, a home

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon all control
Over everything he had made
While the mission bells did

He stood there staring
At that big house as as any sun
With four and twenty
And a woman's face in one

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding
And, at the mouth
He began to make his creep

For nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
the arms of Judas Priest
Which is he died of thirst

No one to say a thing
they carried him out in jest,
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who carried him to

And he walked along, alone
With his guilt so well
And underneath his breath
is revealed

Well, the of the story
The moral of this
Is simply one should never be
one does not belong

So when you see your neighbor carryin'
Help him his load
And go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the