Billy Jack Songtext
von Curtis Mayfield

Just out 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
Ah, he had to give

′Bout a buddy of mine
Run out of time, his life's run 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 an alley cat
Ah, didn't care nothing ′bout being black
Oh, Billy Jack

Ah, 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 mess
Shot all up in his chest, shot in the 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 an alley cat
Ah, didn′t care nothing 'bout being black
Oh, Billy Jack