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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 others called him free But we just called us lucky for the love of Billy Dee [ guitar ] Busy goin' his own way and speakin' his own words Facin' and forgettin' every warning that he heard Making 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 paying for the life he tried to lead But all we felt was sorry for our good friend Billy Dee [ guitar ] It may be his soul was bigger than a body's oughta 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 Letras de canciones 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 blamed to speed But we just called it crucified when Billy Dee OD'd From Letras Mania