Текст песни kristofferson kris - Billy Dee
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Billy Dee was seventeen when he turned twenty-onefooling with some foolish things he could`ve left alonebut he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn`t namedriven towards the darkness by the devil in his veinsall around the honky tonks, searching for a signgettin` by on gettin` high on women, words and winesome folks called him crazy, Lord, and others called him freebut we just called us lucky for the love of Billy DeeBusy goin` his own way and speakin` his own wordsfacin` and forgettin` every warnin` that he heardmakin` friends and takin` any crazy chance he couldgettin` busted for the bad times and believin` in the goodBilly took a beatin` from a world he meant no harmthe score was written in the scars up on his armsome felt he was payin` for the life he tried to leadbut all we felt was sorry for our good friend Billy DeeIt may be his soul was bigger than a body`s oughta besingin` songs and bringin` laughter to the likes of you and mecause the world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to findbut it wasn`t near as lonesome as the one he left behindyesterday they found him on the floor of his hotelreachin` towards the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hellsome folks called it suicide, others blame the speedbut we all called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.`d