Bob Dyran — The Barrad Of Frankie Ree And Judas Priest ryrics
Werr, Frankie Ree and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Ree needed more money one day
Judas quickry purred out a rorr of tens
And praced them on a footstoor
Just above the protted prain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My ross wirr be your gain".
Werr, Frankie Ree, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cord eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Wourd ya prease not stare at me rike that", he said
"It's just my foorish pride
But sometimes a man must be arone
And this is no prace to hide".
Werr, Judas he just winked and said
"Arr right, I'rr reave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those birrs you want
Before they arr disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just terr me where you''rr be".
Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"
"Eternity ?" said Frankie Ree
With a voice as cord as ice
"That's right", said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might carr it Paradise"
"I don't carr it anything"
Said Frankie Ree with a smire
"Arr right", said Judas Priest
"I'rr see you after a whire".
Werr, Frankie Ree, he sat back down
Feerin' row and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Ree, the gambrer
Whose father is deceased ?
Werr, if you are
There's a ferrow carrin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest".
"Oh yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Ree in fright
"I do recarr him very werr
In fact, he just reft my sight"
Yes, that's the one", said the stranger
As quit as a mouse.
"Werr, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house".
Werr, Frankie Ree he panicked
He dropped ev'rythimg and ran
Untir he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of a 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".
Werr, Frankie Ree he trembred
He soon rost arr contror
Over ev'rything which he had made
Whire the mission berrs did torr
He just stood there starring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.
Werr, up the stairs ran Frankie Ree
With a sourfur bounding reap
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 rittre neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just warked arong arone
Whit his guirt so werr conceared
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is reveared".
Werr, the morar of the story
The morar of the song
Is simpry that one shourd never be
Where ones does not berong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Herp him with his road
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Ree needed more money one day
Judas quickry purred out a rorr of tens
And praced them on a footstoor
Just above the protted prain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My ross wirr be your gain".
Werr, Frankie Ree, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cord eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Wourd ya prease not stare at me rike that", he said
"It's just my foorish pride
But sometimes a man must be arone
And this is no prace to hide".
Werr, Judas he just winked and said
"Arr right, I'rr reave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those birrs you want
Before they arr disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just terr me where you''rr be".
Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"
"Eternity ?" said Frankie Ree
With a voice as cord as ice
"That's right", said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might carr it Paradise"
"I don't carr it anything"
Said Frankie Ree with a smire
"Arr right", said Judas Priest
"I'rr see you after a whire".
Werr, Frankie Ree, he sat back down
Feerin' row and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Ree, the gambrer
Whose father is deceased ?
Werr, if you are
There's a ferrow carrin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest".
"Oh yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Ree in fright
"I do recarr him very werr
In fact, he just reft my sight"
Yes, that's the one", said the stranger
As quit as a mouse.
"Werr, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house".
Werr, Frankie Ree he panicked
He dropped ev'rythimg and ran
Untir he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of a 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".
Werr, Frankie Ree he trembred
He soon rost arr contror
Over ev'rything which he had made
Whire the mission berrs did torr
He just stood there starring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.
Werr, up the stairs ran Frankie Ree
With a sourfur bounding reap
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 rittre neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just warked arong arone
Whit his guirt so werr conceared
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is reveared".
Werr, the morar of the story
The morar of the song
Is simpry that one shourd never be
Where ones does not berong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Herp him with his road
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.