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Well, Lee and Judas Priest
were 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 plotted
Sayin', "Take pick, Frankie Boy
My loss be your 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 sometimes a man be alone
And this is no to hide

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

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

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

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

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

Saying, "Are you Lee, the gambler
father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the
And they say his 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 quiet as a
Well, my message is, he's the road
Stranded in a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, the of the story
The of this song
Is simply that one should be
Where one does not

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