Chords for The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

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Well, Frankie Lee [Em] and Judas Priest, [Dm] they were the best of [C] friends.
So, when Frankie Lee [Em] needed money one day, [Dm] Judas quickly pulled out a roll of [C] tens and
placed them [Em] on a footstool just above the plotted plain, [C] saying,
Take your pick, [Em] Frankie boy, my [Dm] loss will be your [C] gain.
Well, Frankie Lee, [Em] he sat right down and put [Dm] his fingers to his [C] chin.
But with the cold eyes of [Em] Judas on him, [Dm] his head began to [C] spin.
Could you please not stare at [Em] me like that, he said, [Dm] it's just my foolish [C] pride.
But sometimes a [Em] man must be alone, [Dm] and this is no place [C] to hide.
Well, Judas, he [Em] just winked and said, [Dm] all right, I'll leave you [C] here.
_ But you'd better [Em] hurry up and choose which of [Dm] those bills you want before they all [C] disappear.
_ I'm going to [Em] start my picking right [Dm] now, just tell me where [C] you'll be.
_ Judas [Em] pointed down the road [Dm] and said, [C] eternity.
_ _ [Em] Eternity, said Frankie Lee, [Dm] with a voice [C] as cold as ice.
That's right, [Em] said Judas, eternity, [Dm] though you might call it [C] paradise.
_ I don't [Em] call it anything, [Dm] said Frankie Lee with a [C] smile.
_ All right, [Em] said Judas Priest, [Dm] I'll see you [C] after a while.
Well, Frankie [Em] Lee, he sat back [Dm] down, feeling low [C] and mean,
_ when just then [Em] a passing stranger [Dm] burst upon the scene,
[C] saying, are you Frankie [Em] Lee, the gambler [Dm] whose father's [C] deceased?
Well, if you are, there's [Em] a fellow calling you down the [Dm] road, and they say his name is Priest.
[C] _ Oh, [Em] yes, he is my [Dm] friend, said Frankie Lee, [C] enraged.
_ I do [Em] recall him very well, [Dm] in fact, he just left [C] my side.
_ Yes, that's the [Em] one, said the stranger, [Dm] as quiet as [C] a mouse.
Oh, my message [Em] is he's down the [Dm] road, stranded in a [C] house.
_ Well, Frankie [Em] Lee, he panicked, [Dm] he dropped everything and [C] ran,
_ until he came [Em] unto the spot [Dm] where Judas [C] Priest did stand.
What kind of [Em] house is this, he [Dm] said, where I have [C] come to roam?
It's not a [Em] house, says Judas Priest, [Dm] it's not a house, it's a [C] home.
_ Well, Frankie [Em] Lee, he trembled, [Dm] he soon lost [C] all control,
over [Em] everything which he had [Dm] made while the mission [C] bells did toll.
He just stood [Em] there staring at that [Dm] big house as bright [C] as any sun,
with four [Em] and twenty windows [Dm] and a woman's face [C] in every one.
Well, up the [Em] stairs ran Frankie [Dm] Lee with a soulful, [C] bounding leap,
and foaming at the mouth, [Dm] he began to make his [C] midnight creep.
For sixteen [Em] nights and days he [Dm] raved, but on the [C] seventeenth he burst,
into the arms of Judas [Dm] Priest, which is where he [C] died of thirst.
_ No [Em] one tried to say a [Dm] thing when they carried him [C] out in jest,
except, [Em] of course, the little neighbor [Dm] boy who carried [C] him to rest.
And he just [Em] walked along alone [Dm] with his guilt so [C] well concealed,
and muttered [Em] underneath his [Dm] breath, nothing [C] is revealed.
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[C] _ Well, the moral of [Em] this story, [Dm] the moral of [C] this song,
is simply that [Em] one should never be [Dm] where one does not [C] belong.
So when you see a neighbor [Em] carrying something, [Dm] help him with [C] his load,
and don't go [Em] mistaking paradise [Dm] for that home [C] across the road.
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