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Bob_Dylan_-_The_Ballad_of_Frankie_Lee_and_Judas_Priest 

from_the_album_"John_Wesley_Harding" 

 
 

Played_on_a_steel_string_acoustic_guitar 

 
 

The_song_consists_of_one_chord_loop_repeated_throughout_the_song,_this_is: 

 
 

C,_Em,_Dm,_C 

 
 

These_can_be_fingered_as_open_chords_like_so: 

 
 

EADGBE____EADGBE____EADGBE____EADGBE_ 

x30210____022000____xx0231____x30210 

 
 

__C_________Em________Dm________C 

 
 

However,_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_stroke 

 
 

1---2---3---4--- 

D*__D___D_u_D_u_ 

 
 

*with_the_first_downstroke,_only_strum_the_bass_notes_of_the_chord 

 
 

 
 

The_Song: 

 
 

intro_-_cycle_through_chord_loop_twice, 

 
 

______C_______________Em 

Well,_Frankie_Lee_and_Judas_Priest, 

_____Dm________________________C 

They_were_the_best_of_friends. 

________C__________________Em_ 

So_when_Frankie_Lee_needed_money_one_day, 

______Dm________________________________C 

Judas_quickly_pulled_out_a_roll_of_tens 

____C________________Em 

And_placed_them_on_a_footstool 

_____Dm______________________C 

Just_above_the_plotted_plain, 

________C________________Dm 

Sayin,_"Take_your_pick,_Frankie_Boy, 

___Em_______________________C 

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. 

"Could_ya_please_not_stare_at_me_like_that,"_he_said, 

"Its_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,_Ill_leave_you_here, 

But_youd_better_hurry_up_and_choose 

Which_of_those_bills_you_want, 

Before_they_all_disappear." 

"Im_gonna_start_my_pickin_right_now, 

Just_tell_me_where_youll_be." 

 
 

Judas_pointed_down_the_road 

And_said_eternity, 

"Eternity?"_said_Frankie_Lee, 

With_a_voice_as_cold_as_ice. 

"Thats_right,"_said_Judas_Priest,_"Eternity, 

Though_you_might_call_it_Paradise." 

 
 

"I_dont_call_it_anything," 

Said_Frankie_Lee_with_a_smile. 

"All_right,"_said_Judas_Priest, 

"Ill_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_fathers_deceased? 

Well,_if_you_are, 

Theres_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,_thats_the_one,"_said_the_stranger, 

As_quiet_as_a_mouse, 

"Well,_my_message_is,_hes_down_the_road, 

Stranded_in_a_house." 

 
 

Well,_Frankie_Lee,_he_panicked, 

He_dropped_evrything_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?" 

"Its_not_a_house,"_says_Judas_Priest, 

"Its_not_a_house,_its_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_womans_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_dont_go_mistaking_Paradise 

For_that_home_across_the_road. 

 
 

 
 

Transcribed_by_Phil_-_[email protected] 

 
 


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