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Billy Dee was seGventeen when he turned twenty-onC/Ge G
Fooling with some foolish things he could've leftD alone
But he had tGo try to satisfy a thirst he C/Gcouldn't name G
Driven towards the darkness by the devil in Dhis veins G
All around theC/G honky tonks,searching fGor a sign
Gettin' by on gettin' high on women,wordDs and wine
Some folks calGled him crazy,Lord,and others caC/Glled him free G
But we just called us lucky for the love ofD Billy Dee G
Busy goin'C/G his own way and speakin' hFis own words C/G
Facin' and forgettin' every warnin' thaGt he heard
Makin' frC/Giends and takin' any crazy chanFce he could C/G
Gettin' busted for the bad times and beliGevin' in the good C/G
Billy tookF a beatin' from a world he mC/Geant no harm
The score was written in the scars up oGn his arm
Some felt he wC/Gas payin' for the life heF tried to lead C/G
But all we felt was sorry for our good frieGnd Billy Dee C/G
It may be hiAs soul bigger than a body's Doughta be A
Singin' songs and bringin' laughter to the likes of Eyou and me
Cause the wAorld he saw was sadder than the one heD hoped to find A
But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one Ehe left behind A
Yesterday theDy found him on the floor of Ahis hotel
Reachin' towards the needle,Lord,that drove hiEm down to hell
Some folks calAled it suicide,others blamDe the speed A
But we all called it crucified when Billy EDee O.D.'d A
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