KRIS KRISTOFFERSON - Billy Dee lyrics

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 toward the darkness by the devils in his veins.

All around the honky tonks searching for a sign

Gettin' by on gettin' high on women words and wine

Some folks called him crazy Lord 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

Facin' and forgettin' every warning that he heard

Making friends and takin' any crazy chance he could

Gettin' busted for the bad times and believin' in the good.

Billy took a beatin' from a world he meant no harm

The score was written in the scars upon his arm

Some felt he was paying 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 he saw was 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' toward the needle Lord that drove him down to hell

Some folks called it suicide others blamed to speed

But we just called it crucified when Billy Dee OD'd...