Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Billy Dee, artist - Kris Kristofferson. Album song Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos 1968-72, in the genre КантриBilly Dee |
| 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 |
| Gettin' by on gettin' high on women, words and wine |
| Some folks called him crazy, Lord, and others called him free |
| But 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 |
| Gettin' 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 |
| Singin' 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 folks called it suicide, others blame the speed |
| But we just called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.'d |