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Sung by Bob Dylan with the Grateful Dead in 1987, but never performed by the Dead on their own. Recorded by Garcia & Grisman, though never played live.

Lyrics By
Bob Dylan
Music By
Bob Dylan
Lyrics

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
"Would you 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 Priest, "Eternity
Though some 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 is 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
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
But he's stranded in a house"

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
He dropped ev'rything and ran
Until he came up 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," said 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 ev'ry 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 carryin' somethin'
Go and help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road

  • The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
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    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
    "Would you 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 Priest, "Eternity
    Though some 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 is 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
    "Well, my message is, he's down the road
    But he's stranded in a house"

    Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
    He dropped ev'rything and ran
    Until he came up 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," said 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 ev'ry 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 carryin' somethin'
    Go and help him with his load
    And don't go mistaking Paradise
    For that home across the road

    Sung by Bob Dylan with the Grateful Dead in 1987, but never performed by the Dead on their own. Recorded by Garcia & Grisman, though never played live.