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

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

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

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

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

I'm gonna start my pickin' now
tell me where you'll be
Judas down the road
And said, "Eternity"

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
low and mean
When then a passing stranger
Burst the scene

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

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

"Yes, the one," said the stranger
As quiet as a
Well, my is, he's down the road
in a house

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

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

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

He just stood staring
At that big house as as any sun
four and twenty windows
And a face in every one

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

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

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

And he just walked along,
his guilt so well concealed
And underneath his breath
is revealed

Well, the moral of the
The moral of song
Is that one should never be
one does not belong

So you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And don't go mistaking
For that across the road