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n· smvr ny blk mänq hls v dkót yr lvd 'ǐq bö némd rkí rkn x vn dé hs vmn rn f vy nyr gä ht ǐq rkí n y ä rkí wx läk yt hí sd, “/m gn gt yt bö” ś vn dé hí vkt xú tvn bkd hmslf 'rúm ny lókl slún

Now somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon And one day his woman ran off with another guy Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that He said, “I'm gonna get that boy” So one day he walked into town Booked himself a room in the local saloon

rkí rkn jkt xú hs rúm nl tú fäx gdns bäbl bt rkí hd km Qpt vy 'gn tú cút f ylgs v hs rävl

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room Only to find Gideon's bible But Rocky had come equipped with a gun To shoot off the legs of his rival

hs rävl t síms hd brókn hs dríms bä zílq ygrl v hs fnś hr ném vs mgl' cí kw hrslf ll x vrívn nú hr s̀ nnsi

His rival it seems had broken his dreams By stealing the girl of his fancy Her name was Magill and she called herself Lil And everyone knew her as Nancy

cí' hr mn, hú kw hmslf dn vr ny nkz rúm t yhdvn rkí brz n, x grnq 'grn hí sd: dní bö, ys s̀ 'cód·n

She and her man, who called himself Dan Were in the next room at the hoedown Rocky burst in, and grinning a grin He said: Danny boy, this is a showdown

n·, dnǐl vs ht, hí drú frz' ct x rkí klpz ny krnr rkí rkn, hí fl bk n hs rúm nl tú fäx gdns bäbl

Now, Daniel was hot, he drew first and shot And Rocky collapsed in the corner Rocky Raccoon, he fell back in his room Only to find Gideon's bible

gdn jkt ·t, x hí lft t nó d·t tú hlp vy gd rkís rvävl

Gideon checked out, and he left it no doubt To help with good Rocky's revival

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vl, frnkí lí' júds príz yé vr y bz v frxs ś vn frnkí lí níw mní vn dé júds kvklí pw ·t 'ról v tns x pléz ym n 'ftzl jz bv ypww plén Syn', “ték ǐr pk, frnkí bö mä ls vl b ǐr gén”

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

vl, frnkí lí, hí z rt d·n x pt hs fqgrs tú hs jn bt vyy ków s̀ v júds n hm hs hd bgn tú spn “kd y plís x zr t mí läk yt, ” hí sd “ts jz mä fúlc prd bt smtäms 'mn mz b lón x ys s̀ nó plés tú häd”

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 But sometimes a man must be alone And this is no place to hide”

vl, júds, hí jz vnkd' sd “l rt, /l lív ǔ hír bt ǔ'd btr hrí p' jús vj v yós bls ǔ vx, bfr yé l dspr” “/m gn zw mä pckn' rt n· jz tl mí vr ǔl b” júds pöxd d·n yrd x sd, “Etrxí”

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”

“Etrxí?”, sd frnkí lí vy 'vös s̀ ków s̀ s “yts rt”, sd júds, “Etrxí yó ǔ mät kl t 'pwäs'” “/dx kl t níyq” sd frnkí lí vy 'smäl “l rt”, sd júds príz “/l ś ǔ ftr 'väl”

“Eternity?”, said Frankie Lee With a voice as cold as ice “That's right”, said Judas, “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”

vl, frnkí lí, hí z bk d·n fln' ló' mín vn jz yn 'psq zrénjr brz pn ysín séq, “r ǔ frnkí lí, ygmblr hús fyrs dsíz? vl, f r, yrs 'fló cln' ǔ, d·n yrd x yé ś hs ném s̀ príz”

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, ǐs, hí s̀ mä frx” sd frnkí lí n frt “/dú ríkl hm vrí vl n fkt, hí jz lft mä st” “ǐs, yts y vn, ” sd yzrénjr s̀ kvät s̀ 'm·s “oh, mä msj s̀, hís d·n yrd zrxd n 'h·s”

“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 “Oh, my message is, he's down the road Stranded in a house”

vl, frnkí lí, hí pnckd hí drpt vríyq' rn xl hí kém n y spt vr júds príz w zx “vt käx v h·s s̀ ys, ” hí sd “vr /v km tú róm?” “ts éx 'h·s”, ss júds príz “ts éx 'h·s, ts 'hóm”

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked He dropped everything and ran Until he came on to 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”

vl, frnkí lí, hí trmbw hí sún lz l kxról óvr vríyq vj hí hd méd väl ymcn bls w tól hí jz sw yr zrq t yt bg h·s s̀ brt s̀ ní sn vy fr' tvxí vxós x 'vmns fés n vrí vn

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

vl, p yzrs rn frnkí lí vy 'slfl, bxq líp x fmq t ym·y hí bgn tú mék hs mdnt kríp fr skzín nts' dés hí révd bt ny svxíny hí brz xú y rms v júds príz vj s̀ vr hí dd v yrz

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

nó vn trd tú ś 'yq vn yé krd hm ·t n jz Xspt, f ks, ywl nébr bö hú krd hm tú rz x hí jz vkt lq, lón vy hs gw ś vl knsw x mtw xrníy hs bry “nyq s̀ rvíw”

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

vl, ymrl fy zrí ymrl v ys sq s̀ smplí yt vn cd nvr b vr vn dsx blq ś vn ǔ ś ǐr nébr kríq smyq hlp hm vy hs ld x dx gó mzkq pwäs fr yt hóm krs yrd

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 neighbor carrying somethin' Help him with his load And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road

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pzl cts rq ·t ny brrm nt xr pty vlxän frm y pr hl cí sís 'bwxr n 'pl v bw kräs ·t mä gd, yé kw ym l hír kms yzrí fy hrkén ymn y ywís kém tú blém fr smyq yt hí nvr dn pt n 'prsn sl, bt vn täm hí kdv bn yjmpín fy vrw

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender in a pool of blood Cries out my God, they killed them all Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world

yrí bdís läq yr ds pty ś x nyr mn némd bl, múvq r·x mzríslí /wx dú t, hí ss, x hí thrvs p hs hxs /vs nl rbq yrjzr, /hp ǔ xrzx /ś ym lívq, hí ss, x hí zps vn f s̀ hd btr kl p ykps x ś pty kls ykps x yé räv ny sín vy yr w lts flcq ny ht NJ nät

Three bodies lying there does Patty see And another man named Bello, moving around mysteriously I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands I was only robbing the register, I hope you understand I saw them leaving, he says, and he stops One of us had better call up the cops And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night

mínväl, fr vé n nyr pw v t·n rbn kwr' 'kpl v frxs r drävq r·x nmbr vn cxxr fry mdlvét kr·n hd nó ädí vt kx ct vs b·t tg d·n vn 'kp pw hm óvr y säd fy rd jz läk ytäm bfr 'y täm bfr yt n ptrsn yts jz yvé yqs gó f ur blk ǔ mät s̀ vl x có p ny zrt ls ǔ vx tú dr yhít

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Paterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not show up on the street Less you want to draw the heat

alfw bl hd 'pwnr' hí hd 'rp fry kps hm' aryr dkzr bwlí vr jz ·t prvlq rplx hí sd, /ś tú mn rnq ·t, yé lkt läk mwlvéts yé jmpt xú 'vät kr vy ·t-v-zét plts x ms pty vlxän jz xd hr hd kp sd, vét 'mx, bös, ys vns x w ś yé tk hm tú y nfrmrí x yó ys mn kd hwlí ś yé tw hm yt hí kd ädxfä ygwí mn

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around He said, I saw two men running out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men

fr ny mrnq' yé hl rbn n yé tk hm y hsptl' yé bw hm pzrs yvúxd mn lks p yrú hs vn däq ä ss, väd ǔ brq hm n hír fr? hí éx ygä! hírs yzrí fy hrkén ymn y ywís kém tú blém fr smyq yt hí nvr dn pt n 'prsn sl, bt vn täm hí kdv bn yjmpín fy vrw

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy! Here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world

fr mnys ltr, ygtos r n flém rbqs n s·y mrk, fätq fr hs ném väl aryr dkzr bwlís zl ny rbbry gém 'y kps r ptq yskrvs thm, lkq fr smbdí tú blém rmbr yt mwr yt hpx n 'br rmbr ǔ sd ǔ ś ygtvé kr ǔ ynk ǔd läk tú plé bl vyy l ynk t mätv bn yt fätr yt ǔ ś rnq yt nt dx frgt yt ǔr vät

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubings in South America, fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are putting the screws to him, looking for somebody to blame Remember that murder that happened in a bar Remembe