Billy Dee-Kris Kristofferson Billy Dee was seventeen when he turned twenty-one Fooling with some foolish things he could've left alone But he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn't name Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins
All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign
Gettinby on gettin high on women, words and wine Some folks called him crazy, Lord, and others called him free
But we just called us lucky for the love of Billy Dee
Busy goin his own way and speakin his own words Facinand forgettin every warnin that he heard Makin friends and takin any crazy chance he could Gettinbusted for the bad times and believin in the good
Billy took a beatinfrom a world he meant no harm The score was written in the scars up on his arm Some felt he was payin' for the life he tried to lead
But all we felt was sorry for our good friend Billy Dee
It may be his soul was bigger than a body's oughta be Singin songs and bringin' laughter to the likes of you and me Cause the world saw was he sadder than the one he hoped to find
But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one he left behind
Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel Reachin towards the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell
folks Some called it suicide, others blame the speed
But we all called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.D
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It may be his soul was bigger than a body's oughta be Singin songs and bringin' laughter to the likes of you and me Cause the world saw was he sadder than the one he hoped to find