Kris Kristofferson - Billy dee

Billy Dee^G was seventeen when he turned tw^C/Genty-one ^G Fooling with some foolish things he could've lef^Dt alone But he had ^Gto try to satisfy a thirst he^C/G couldn't name ^G Driven towards the darkness by the devil in^D his veins ^G All around th^C/Ge honky tonks,searching ^Gfor a sign Gettin' by on gettin' high on women,wor^Dds and wine Some folks ca^Glled him crazy,Lord,and others c^C/Galled him free ^G But we just called us lucky for the love o^Df Billy Dee ^G

Busy goin^C/G' his own way and speakin' ^Fhis own words ^C/G Facin' and forgettin' every warnin' th^Gat he heard Makin' f^C/Griends and takin' any crazy cha^Fnce he could ^C/G Gettin' busted for the bad times and bel^Gievin' in the good ^C/G Billy too^Fk a beatin' from a world he ^C/Gmeant no harm The score was written in the scars up ^Gon his arm Some felt he ^C/Gwas payin' for the life h^Fe tried to lead ^C/G But all we felt was sorry for our good fri^Gend Billy Dee ^C/G

It may be h^Ais soul bigger than a body's^D oughta be ^A Singin' songs and bringin' laughter to the likes of^E you and me Cause the ^Aworld he saw was sadder than the one h^De hoped to find ^A But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one^E he left behind ^A Yesterday th^Dey found him on the floor of^A his hotel Reachin' towards the needle,Lord,that drove h^Eim down to hell Some folks ca^Alled it suicide,others bla^Dme the speed ^A But we all called it crucified when Billy^E Dee O.D.'d ^A