"Billy Jack" lyrics
(originally by Curtis Mayfield)
Just out of Monday
Run into a friend
Down the street, down the street
Where I live (Where I live)
Sad things begin
I could feel it from within
From the message, from the message
He had to give (He had to give)
'Bout a buddy of mine
Running out of time, he's running out of time
Somebody past noon shot into 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
Too bad about him (Too bad about him)
Too sad 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 an alley cat
Didn't know nothing 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Down home he was an alley cat
Oh, didn't know nothing 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, Billy Jack
Can't be no fun, can't be no fun
To be shot, shot with a handgun
Your body's sprawled out, you're without a doubt
People running out, they're on the floor
(They're on the floor)
Sad bloody mess
Shot up all in his chest, shot up in his chest
A one-sided duel, a gun and a fool
What a way to go (What a way to go)
Too bad about him, oh
Too sad about him
Don't get me wrong, the man is gone
But it's a wonder how he lived this long
Too bad about him, oh-oh
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
Down home he was an alley cat
Ah, didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, ah, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Down home he was an alley cat
Ah, didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Now, down home, ha ha, he was an alley cat
He didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
We call him Billy Jack
Ah, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Down home, he was an alley cat, silly cat
He didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, ha ha, Billy Jack
Ah, Billy Jack, ah, Billy Jack
Billy Jack, Billy Jack
A one-sided duel, a one-sided duel
Gun and a fool, mmm, mmm, mmm
What a way to go (Way to go, way to go)
What a way to go (Way to go, way to go)
Run into a friend
Down the street, down the street
Where I live (Where I live)
Sad things begin
I could feel it from within
From the message, from the message
He had to give (He had to give)
'Bout a buddy of mine
Running out of time, he's running out of time
Somebody past noon shot into 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
Too bad about him (Too bad about him)
Too sad 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 an alley cat
Didn't know nothing 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Down home he was an alley cat
Oh, didn't know nothing 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, Billy Jack
Can't be no fun, can't be no fun
To be shot, shot with a handgun
Your body's sprawled out, you're without a doubt
People running out, they're on the floor
(They're on the floor)
Sad bloody mess
Shot up all in his chest, shot up in his chest
A one-sided duel, a gun and a fool
What a way to go (What a way to go)
Too bad about him, oh
Too sad about him
Don't get me wrong, the man is gone
But it's a wonder how he lived this long
Too bad about him, oh-oh
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
Down home he was an alley cat
Ah, didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, ah, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Down home he was an alley cat
Ah, didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Now, down home, ha ha, he was an alley cat
He didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
We call him Billy Jack
Ah, Billy Jack
Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
Down home, he was an alley cat, silly cat
He didn't know nothin' 'bout being Black
Ah, Billy Jack, ha ha, Billy Jack
Ah, Billy Jack, ah, Billy Jack
Billy Jack, Billy Jack
A one-sided duel, a one-sided duel
Gun and a fool, mmm, mmm, mmm
What a way to go (Way to go, way to go)
What a way to go (Way to go, way to go)
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield
