The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest taby ukulele według Bob Dylan (Chwyty barytonu)

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Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
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They were the best of friends.
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So when Frankie Lee needed money one day,
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Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
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And placed them on a footstool
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Just above the plotted plain,
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Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy,
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My loss will be your gain."

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

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Well Judas, he just winked and said,
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"All right, I'll leave you here,
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But you'd better hurry up and choose
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Which of those bills you want,
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Before they all disappear."
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"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now,
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Just tell me where you'll be."

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Judas pointed down the road
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And said eternity,
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"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee,
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With a voice as cold as ice.
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"That's right," said Judas, "Eternity,
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Though you might call it 'Paradise.'"

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"I don't call it anything,"
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Said Frankie Lee with a smile.
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"All right," said Judas Priest,
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"I'll see you after a while."

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Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down,
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Feelin' low and mean,
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When just then a passing stranger
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Burst upon the scene,
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Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler,
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Whose father's deceased?
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Well, if you are,
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There's a fellow callin' you down the road
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And they say his name is Priest."

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

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

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Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,
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He soon lost all control
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Over everything which he had made
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While the mission bells did toll.
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He just stood there staring
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At that big house as bright as any sun,
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With four and twenty windows
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And a woman's face in every one.

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

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No one tried to say a thing
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When they carried him out in jest,
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Except, of course, the little neighbour boy
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Who carried him to rest.
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And he just walked along, alone,
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With his guilt all well concealed,
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And muttered underneath his breath,
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"Nothing is revealed."

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Well, the moral of the story,
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The moral of this song,
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Is simply that one should never be
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Where one does not belong.
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So when you see your neighbour carryin' somethin',
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Help him with his load,
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And don't go mistaking Paradise
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For that home across the road.