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