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Just out of Monday |
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Run into a friend |
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Down the street, down the street |
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Where I live |
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Ah! Ah! Sad things begin |
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I could feel from within |
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From the message |
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From the message |
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He had to give |
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'Bout a buddy of mine |
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Running out of time |
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His life's running out of time |
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Somebody past noon |
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Shot across the room |
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And now the man no longer lives |
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Too bad about him |
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Too sad about him |
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Don't get me wrong |
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The man is gone |
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But it's a wonder he lived this long |
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Up in the city they called him Boss Jack |
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But down home he was a alley cat |
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Ah! didn't care nothing about being black |
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Ah! Billy Jack |
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Can't be no fun |
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Can't be no fun |
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To be shot, shot with a hand gun |
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Body sprawled out, you without a doubt |
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Running people out, there on the floor |
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Ah! Ah! Bad bloody bloody mess |
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Shot all up in his chest |
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Shot all up in his chest |
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One sided duel, gun and a fool |
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What a way to go |
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Up in the city they called him Boss Jack |
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But down home he was a alley cat |
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Ah! Didn't care nothin' bout being Black |
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Ah, Ah, Billy Jack |
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Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! |