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BILLY DEE
written and performed by Kris Kristofferson
Verse 1:
Bi[G]lly Dee was seventeen when he tu[C/G]rned twenty-o[G]ne
Fooling with some foolish things he could[D]'ve left alone
But [G]he had to try to satisfy a th[C/G]irst he couldn't n[G]ame
Driven towards the darkness by the d[D]evil in his v[G]eins
All ar[C/G]ound the honky tonks,sea[G]rching for a sign
Gettin' by on gettin' high on wo[D]men,words and wine
Some f[G]olks called him crazy,Lord,and o[C/G]thers called him f[G]ree
But we just called us lucky for the[D] love of Billy [G]Dee
Verse 2:(Three and a half tones lower)
Bu[C/G]sy goin' his own way and sp[F]eakin' his own w[C/G]ords
Facin' and forgettin' every war[G]nin' that he heard
M[C/G]akin' friends and takin' any cr[F]azy chance he c[C/G]ould
Gettin' busted for the bad times [G]and believin' in the g[C/G]ood
Bi[F]lly took a beatin' from a wo[C/G]rld he meant no harm
The score was written in the sc[G]ars up on his arm
Some f[C/G]elt he was payin' for the[F] life he tried to l[C/G]ead
But all we felt was sorry for our g[G]ood friend Billy [C/G]Dee
Verse 3:(Four and a half tones higher)
It m[A]ay be his soul bigger than a[D] body's oughta[A] be
Singin' songs and bringin' laughter to the l[E]ikes of you and me
Cau[A]se the world he saw was sadder than th[D]e one he hoped to f[A]ind
But it wasn't near as lonesome as [E]the one he left be[A]hind
Yeste[D]rday they found him on the f[A]loor of his hotel
Reachin' towards the needle,Lord,that [E]drove him down to hell
Some f[A]olks called it suicide,oth[D]ers blame the sp[A]eed
But we all called it crucified whe[E]n Billy Dee O.[A]D.'d
Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics.
BILLY DEE
written and performed by Kris Kristofferson
Verse 1:
Bi[G]lly Dee was seventeen when he tu[C/G]rned twenty-o[G]ne
Fooling with some foolish things he could[D]'ve left alone
But [G]he had to try to satisfy a th[C/G]irst he couldn't n[G]ame
Driven towards the darkness by the d[D]evil in his v[G]eins
All ar[C/G]ound the honky tonks,sea[G]rching for a sign
Gettin' by on gettin' high on wo[D]men,words and wine
Some f[G]olks called him crazy,Lord,and o[C/G]thers called him f[G]ree
But we just called us lucky for the[D] love of Billy [G]Dee
Verse 2:(Three and a half tones lower)
Bu[C/G]sy goin' his own way and sp[F]eakin' his own w[C/G]ords
Facin' and forgettin' every war[G]nin' that he heard
M[C/G]akin' friends and takin' any cr[F]azy chance he c[C/G]ould
Gettin' busted for the bad times [G]and believin' in the g[C/G]ood
Bi[F]lly took a beatin' from a wo[C/G]rld he meant no harm
The score was written in the sc[G]ars up on his arm
Some f[C/G]elt he was payin' for the[F] life he tried to l[C/G]ead
But all we felt was sorry for our g[G]ood friend Billy [C/G]Dee
Verse 3:(Four and a half tones higher)
It m[A]ay be his soul bigger than a[D] body's oughta[A] be
Singin' songs and bringin' laughter to the l[E]ikes of you and me
Cau[A]se the world he saw was sadder than th[D]e one he hoped to f[A]ind
But it wasn't near as lonesome as [E]the one he left be[A]hind
Yeste[D]rday they found him on the f[A]loor of his hotel
Reachin' towards the needle,Lord,that [E]drove him down to hell
Some f[A]olks called it suicide,oth[D]ers blame the sp[A]eed
But we all called it crucified whe[E]n Billy Dee O.[A]D.'d
Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics.
