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Well, Frankie Lee and Judas
They the best of friends
So Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly out a roll of tens

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

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

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

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

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

"Eternity," Frankie Lee
With a as cold as ice
"That's right," Judas Priest, "Eternity
you might call it Paradise"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he just along, alone
With his guilt so concealed
And underneath his breath
is revealed

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

So when you see your neighbor carryin'
Help him his load
And don't go Paradise
For home across the road