Billy Dee(Live At The Philharmonic) - Kris Kristofferson
Written by：Kris Kristofferson
Oh 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 toward the darkness by the devils in his veins
All around the honky-tonks searching for a sign
Getting by on getting high on women words and wine
Some folks called him crazy lord and others called him free
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
Getting 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 upon 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 ought to be
Singing 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' toward the needle lord that drove him down to hell
Some said it was suicide others blame the speed
We just called it crucified when Billy Dee OD'd