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The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest

Bob Dylan

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)
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tom: G
      G               Bm             
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
Am                           G  
They were the best of friends
        G                  Bm              
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
      Am                               G  
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
G                          Bm    
  And placed them on a footstool
      Am                    G   
Just above the plotted plain
         G               Bm              
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
   Am                 G    
My loss will be your gain"

         
[Verse 2]
      G               Bm               
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
            Am              G   
And put his fingers to his chin
             G                  Bm        
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
Am                   G  
His head began to spin
          G                           Bm                    
"Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said
      Am                   G      
"It's just my foolish pride
    G                       Bm      
But sometimes a man must be alone
    Am                       G     
And this is no place to hide"

         
[Verse 3]
G                      Bm              
  Well, Judas, he just winked and said
         Am                    G      
"All right, I'll leave you here
G                               Bm                                      
  But you'd better hurry up and choose
                         Am
which of those bills you want
                         G   
Before they all disappear"
G                             Bm            
  "I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
     Am                     G       
Just tell me where you'll be"
G                    Bm       
  Judas pointed down the road
    Am               G     
And said, "Eternity!"

         
[Verse 4]
G                  Bm              
  "Eternity?" said Frankie Lee
Am                        G
  With a voice as cold as ice
G                              Bm               
  "That's right," said Judas, "Eternity
           Am                      G          
Though you might call it ‘Paradise'"
G                       Bm         
  "I don't call it anything"
      Am                     G   
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
G                   Bm               
  "All right," said Judas Priest
Am                      G            
  "I'll see you after a while"

         
[Verse 5]
G                       Bm            
  Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Am                  G   
Feelin' low and mean
G                          Bm       
  When just then a passin' stranger
Am                  G  
Burst upon the scene
             G                    Bm          
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
      Am            G   
Whose father's deceased?
      G                            Bm                                   
Well, if you are, there's a fellow callin' you down the road
    Am                          G           
And they say his name is Priest"

         
[Verse 6]
G              Bm                
  "Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Am                     G   
Said Frankie Lee in fright
G                  Bm          
  "I do recall him very well
         Am                   G     
In fact, he just left my sight"
 G                              Bm               
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger
   Am              G    
As quiet as a mouse
          G                Bm                  
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Am                 G      
Stranded in a house"

         
[Verse 7]
G                  Bm            
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
           Am                G  
He dropped ev'rything and ran
  G                     Bm     
Until he came up to the spot
Am                     G       
Where Judas Priest did stand
 G                     Bm                   
"What kind of house is this," he said
 Am                        G       
"Where I have come to roam?"
      G                  Bm                   
"It's not a house," says Judas Priest
            Am                G            
"It's not a house, it's a home"

         
[Verse 8]
G                     Bm         
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
   Am                   G   
He soon lost all control
G                     Bm              
Over ev'rything which he had made
          Am                G      
While the mission bells did toll
G                       Bm        
He just stood there staring
                  Am               G     
At that big house as bright as any sun
G                    Bm        
With four and twenty windows
      Am                    G         
And a woman's face in ev'ry one

         
[Verse 9]
G                       Bm            
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
       Am                G      
With a soulful, bounding leap
G                   Bm      
And, foaming at the mouth
            Am                G      
He began to make his midnight creep
G                      Bm              
For sixteen nights and days he raved
    Am                    G      
But on the seventeenth he burst
G                  Bm           
  Into the arms of Judas Priest
         Am                     G  
Which is where he died of thirst

          
[Verse 10]
G                 Bm          
  No one tried to say a thing
          Am                 G      
When they carried him out in jest
G                        Bm                  
  Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Am                 G      
Who carried him to rest
    G                     Bm      
And he just walked along, alone
         Am               G        
With his guilt so well concealed
G                   Bm               
  And muttered underneath his breath
 Am           G             
"Nothing is revealed"


[Harmonica Solo]
G Bm Am G x2
       
   
[Verse 11]
          G                Bm 
Well, the moral of this story
    Am            G  
The moral of this song
G                         Bm         
Is simply that one should never be
      Am                 G  
Where one does not belong
            G                        Bm             
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Am                    G  
Help him with his load
    G                  Bm           
And don't go mistaking Paradise
         Am              G      
For that home across the road
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