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Well, Frankie Lee and Priest
They the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed one day
quickly pulled out a roll of tens

And placed them on a
Just the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be gain"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his to his chin
But with the cold eyes of on him
His began to spin

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

Well, Judas, he just and said
"All right, leave you here
But better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
Before all disappear"

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

"Eternity," said Lee
With a voice as as ice
"That's right," said Priest, "Eternity
you might call it Paradise"

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

Well, Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and
When then a passing stranger
Burst upon the

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the
father 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"
Frankie Lee in fright
I do him very well
In fact, he just my sight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he walked along, alone
With his so well concealed
And muttered his breath
is revealed

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

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