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Just out of Monday |
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I run into a friend |
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Down the street, down the street |
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Where I live |
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Sad things begin |
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I could feel from within |
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From the message, from the message |
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He had to give |
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About a buddy of mine |
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He run out of time, his life run out of time |
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Somebody past noon, shot across the room |
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And now the man no longer lives |
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Too bad about him |
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Too sad about him |
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Don't get me wrong, the man is gone |
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But it's a wonder, he lived this long |
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Up in the city they called him Boss Jack |
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But down home he was an alley cat |
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Ah, didn't care nothing about being black |
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Oh, Billy Jack |
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There can't be no fun, can't be no fun |
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To be shot, shot with a hand gun |
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Your body sprawled out, you without a doubt |
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Running people out, there on the floor |
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Sad bloody mess |
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Shot all up in his chest, shot in his chest |
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One sided duel, gun and a fool, ah |
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What a way to go |
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Up in the city they called him Boss Jack |
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But down home he was a alley cat |
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Ah, didn't care nothin' 'bout being Black |
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Oh, Billy Jack |