Billy Dee

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