Billy Jack

Just out Monday

Run into a friend

Down the street, down the street

Where I live

Ah, ah, sad things begin

I could feel from within

From the message, from the message

Ah, he had to give

'Bout a buddy of mine

Run out of time, his life run out of time

Somebody past noon shot across the room

And now the man no longer lives

Too bad about him

Too sad about him

Don't get me wrong, the man is gone

It is a wonder he lived this long

Up in the city, they called him Boss Jack

But down-home, he was a alley cat

I didn't care nothing 'bout bein' black

Ah, Billy Jack

Ah, can't be no fun, can't be no fun

To be shot, shot with a handgun

Body sprawled out, you, without a doubt

Running people out, there on the floor

Ah, ah, sad, bloody mess

Shot all up in his chest, shot in the chest

One-sided duel, gun and a fool

What a way to go

Up in the city, they called him Boss Jack

But down-home, he was a alley cat

I didn't care nothing 'bout bein' black

Oh, Billy Jack