Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
C Em Dm CThese can be fingered as open chords like so:
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBEx30210 022000 xx0231 x30210
C Em Dm CHowever, the actual version seems to use barre chords thus:C Em Dm C E|--8--------7--------5--------8----- B|--8--------8--------6--------8----- G|--9--------9--------7--------9----- D|--10-------9--------7--------10---- A|--10-------7--------5--------10---- E|--8--------x--------x--------8-----The strumming pattern goes roughly like this: d = down stroke u = up stroke1---2---3---4---[d]* [d] [d] u [d] u The Song:
Introcycle through chord loop twice, Well, CFrankie Lee and EmJudas Priest, They Dmwere the best of friends. C So when CFrankie Lee needed Emmoney one day, Judas Dmquickly pulled out a roll of tens C And Cplaced them on a Emfootstool Just Dmabove the plotted plain,C Sayin', C"Take your pick, DmFrankie Boy, My Emloss will be your gain." C 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. "Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said, "It's just my foolish pride, For 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 you 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's 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, Stranded in a house." Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, He dropped ev'rything and ran Until he came unto 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," says 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 every 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 neighbour boy Who carried him to rest. And he just walked along, alone, With his guilt all 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 neighbour carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.
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© 2013, Songsterr.com.