Billy Jack

Written by: curtis mayfield

Just out of 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 He had to give

'bout a buddy of mine Running 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 But it's a wonder he lived this long

Up in the city they called him boss jack But down home he was a alley cat Ah! didn't care nothing about being black Oh! billy jack

Can't be no fun (can't be no fun) To be shot, shot with a hand gun Body sprawled out, you without a doubt Running people out, there on the floor, oh oh oh

Ah! ah! bad bloody bloody mess Shot all up in his 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 Ah! didn't care nothin' 'bout being black Ah, oh, billy jack Ah! ah! ah! ah!