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Billy Dee

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

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