Testo di Billy Jack

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!