歌曲 | Billy Dee |
歌手 | Kris Kristofferson |
专辑 | Live at the Philharmonic |
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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 dee | |
Busy 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 dee | |
It 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 | |
But we all called it crucified when billy dee o.d.'d |
zuo ci : 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 dee | |
Busy 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 dee | |
It 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 | |
But we all called it crucified when billy dee o. d.' 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 dee | |
Busy 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 dee | |
It 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 | |
But we all called it crucified when billy dee o. d.' d |