Billy Miller

Billy Miller was a kid I knew in high school

He had a pretty good mind that he didn't know how to use

Guess the good Lord dealt him a pretty bad hand

And there ain't nothing much he could do about that

If I were in his spot, I woulda had a much worse attitude

His daddy's locked up somewhere

And I don't think he's seen his momma for years

His aunt and uncle raised him as his own

Bless their souls

I tried my best to be his friend

But I could done a better job on my end

I knew he always had my back

Hey Billy I hope you're doing well

There's better days ahead if you work hard my friend

But I'm not sure you can tell

The sins of the father don't fall on you

And if the whole world don't see the things I do

Just like the other way like you've always done

Don't start to believe what they say about you

Or that's who you'll become

The whole town showed him apathetic pity

And it pissed me off, them acting like he was just some dumb hillbilly

He could fix your car with a multi-tool

Name every firearm since World War 2

Just cause he don't care

Don't make him a fool

Hey Billy I hope you're doing well

There's better days ahead if you work hard my friend

But I'm not sure you can tell

The sins of the father don't fall on you

And if the whole world don't see the things I do

Just like the other way like you've always done

Don't start to believe what they say about you

Or that's who you'll become