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 
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thirst he couldn't name
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Driven towards the darkness by the 
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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 
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crazy,Lord,and others called him 
free
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But we just called us lucky for the
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 love of Billy Dee
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Busy goin' his own way and 
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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 
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crazy chance he could
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Gettin' busted for the bad times 
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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 
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life he tried to lead
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But all we felt was sorry for our 
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good friend Billy Dee
Verse 3:(Four and a half tones 
higher)
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It may be his soul bigger than a 
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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 
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than the one he hoped to find
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But it wasn't near as lonesome as 
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the one he left behind
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Yesterday they found him on the 
floor of his hotel
Reachin' towards the 
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needle,Lord,that drove him down to 
hell
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Some folks called it 
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suicide,others blame the speed
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But we all called it crucified when
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 Billy Dee O.D.'d