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