Intro: C   Em   Dm   C    
 
   C               Em 
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, 
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They were the best of friends. 
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So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, 
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Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens 
    C                Em 
And placed them on a footstool 
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Just above the plotted plain, 
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Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy, 
   Em                       C 
My loss will be your gain." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down 
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And put his fingers to his chin, 
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But with the cold eyes of Judas on him, 
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His head began to spin. 
C               Em 
"Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said, 
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"It's just my foolish pride, 
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For sometimes a man must be alone 
Em                       C 
And this is no place to hide." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Well Judas, he just winked and said, 
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"All right, I'll leave you here, 
C               Em 
But you'd better hurry up and choose 
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Which of those bills you want, 
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Before they all disappear." 
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"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now, 
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Just tell me where you'll be." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Judas pointed down the road 
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And said eternity, 
C               Em 
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee, 
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With a voice as cold as ice. 
C               Em 
"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity, 
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Though you might call it 'Paradise.'" 
 
  
C               Em 
"I don't call it anything," 
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Said Frankie Lee with a smile. 
C               Em 
"All right," said Judas Priest, 
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"I'll see you after a while." 
 
  
C               Em 
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down, 
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Feelin' low and mean, 
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When just then a passing stranger 
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Burst upon the scene, 
C               Em 
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, 
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Whose father's deceased? 
 
Well, if you are, 
C                Dm 
There's a fellow callin' you down the road 
Em                       C 
And they say his name is Priest." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
"Oh, yes, he is my friend," 
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Said Frankie Lee in fright, 
C               Em 
"I do recall him very well, 
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In fact, he just left my sight." 
C               Em 
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger, 
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As quiet as a mouse, 
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"Well, my message is, he's down the road, 
Em                       C 
Stranded in a house." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, 
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He dropped ev'rything and ran 
C               Em 
Until he came unto the spot 
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Where Judas Priest did stand. 
C               Em 
"What kind of house is this," he said, 
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"Where I have come to roam?" 
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"It's not a house," says Judas Priest, 
Em                       C 
"It's not a house, it's a home." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled, 
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He soon lost all control 
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Over everything which he had made 
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While the mission bells did toll. 
C               Em 
He just stood there staring 
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At that big house as bright as any sun, 
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With four and twenty windows 
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And a woman's face in every one. 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee 
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With a soulful, bounding leap, 
C               Em 
And, foaming at the mouth, 
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He began to make his midnight creep. 
C               Em 
For sixteen nights and days he raved, 
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But on the seventeenth he burst 
C                Dm 
Into the arms of Judas Priest, 
Em                       C 
Which is where he died of thirst. 
 
  
 
C               Em 
No one tried to say a thing 
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When they carried him out in jest, 
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Except, of course, the little neighbour boy 
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Who carried him to rest. 
C               Em 
And he just walked along, alone, 
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With his guilt all well concealed, 
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And muttered underneath his breath, 
Em                       C 
"Nothing is revealed." 
 
  
 
C               Em 
Well, the moral of the story, 
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The moral of this song, 
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Is simply that one should never be 
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Where one does not belong. 
C               Em 
So when you see your neighbour carryin' somethin', 
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Help him with his load, 
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And don't go mistaking Paradise 
Em                       C 
For that home across the road.