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

And placed them on a
above 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 began to spin

"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 better up and choose
of those bills you want
Before 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
With a as cold as ice
"That's right," Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might it Paradise"

"I don't it anything"
Said Lee with a smile
"All right," said Priest
see you after a while

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
Feelin' low and
When just then a stranger
upon the scene

Saying, "Are you Lee, the gambler
father is deceased?
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 Lee in fright
I do recall him well
In fact, he just my sight

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

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

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

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

He just stood 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
With a soulful, leap
And, foaming at the
He began to make his 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 carried him out in jest,
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who him to rest

And he just walked along,
With his so well concealed
And muttered his breath
Nothing is

Well, the moral of the
The of this song
Is simply one should never be
Where one not belong

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