Billy

Billy just drank and drank himself to death

We used to shoot ol' shotguns off the back of Whitney's deck

Billy wasn't careful, he was stupid all the time

He would swing the gun around, point it at his chest then mine

Whitney's deck was rotten, Billy soon fell through

Two stories to the desert dirt, but never got a bruise

Nine lives, impossible to die,

Nothing could kill ol' Billy, that darin' man of mine

Nine lives, decreased right down to one

Could nothing kill ol' Billy, could nothing get it done

We used to take the truck out, 110 flyin' out north

How we happened not to crash it, I'll never know for sure

Billy got in fistfights at Mountain Rambler Bar

Those men stood twice as tall as him he had twice the troubled heart

Black-eyed Billy pulled through after every punch and blow

He'd start to breathe right when we thought the maker called him home

Nine lives, impossible to die

Nothing could kill ol' Billy, that darin' man of mine

Nine lives, decreased right down to one

Could nothing kill ol' Billy, could nothing get it done

Nine lives, impossible to die

Nothing could kill ol' Billy, that darin' man of mine

Nine lives, decreased right down to one

Could nothing kill ol' Billy, could nothing get it done

Last week I buried Billy, damn it what a shame

Fought bears and brutes and treated life as if it were a game

The thing that got my Billy, was the liquid in the glass

Took him down and out and quickly, sent him under just as fast