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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, Lee, he sat back down
low and mean
When just then a 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 him very well
In fact, he left my sight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he walked along, alone
With his so well concealed
And underneath his breath
Nothing is

Well, the of the story
The of this song
Is simply that one never be
Where one does not

So when you see your carryin' somethin'
Help him his load
And don't go mistaking
For that home across the