CURTIS MAYFIELD - BILLY JACK Lyrics

Just out of MondayRun into a friend Down the street, down the streetWhere I live Ah! Ah! Sad things beginI could feel from within From the messageFrom the messageHe had to give'Bout a buddy of mineRunning out of timeHis life's running out of timeSomebody past noonShot across the room And now the man no longer livesToo bad about himToo sad about himDon't get me wrongThe man is gone But it's a wonder he lived this longUp in the city they called him Boss JackBut down home he was a alley cat Ah! didn't care nothing about being blackAh! Billy JackCan't be no funCan't be no funTo be shot, shot with a hand gun Body sprawled out, you without a doubtRunning people out, there on the floorAh! Ah! Bad bloody bloody messShot all up in his chest Shot all up in his chest One sided duel, gun and a foolWhat a way to goUp in the city they called him Boss JackBut down home he was a alley cat Ah! Didn't care nothin' bout being BlackAh, Ah, Billy Jack Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!