Billy Jack - 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

His life’s 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

Ah!

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

Ah!

Ah!

Bad bloody bloody mess

Shot all up in his chest

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, Ah, Billy Jack

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!