[00:00.00] 作词 : Curtis Mayfield
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Curtis Mayfield
[00:00.00] Just out of Monday
[00:58.11]I run into a friend
[01:08.28]Down the street, down the street
[01:14.58]Where I live
[01:22.05]Sad things begin
[01:28.50]I could feel from within
[01:35.37]From the message, from the message
[01:41.55]He had to give
[01:49.23]About a buddy of mine
[01:51.15]He run out of time, his life run out of time
[02:02.79]Somebody past noon, shot across the room
[02:09.57]And now the man no longer lives
[02:16.62]Too bad about him
[02:23.46]Too sad about him
[02:30.57]Don't get me wrong, the man is gone
[02:37.02]But it's a wonder, he lived this long
[02:44.67]Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
[02:50.79]But down home he was an alley cat
[02:57.15]Ah, didn't care nothing about being black
[03:00.39]Oh, Billy Jack
[03:39.45]There can't be no fun, can't be no fun
[03:46.08]To be shot, shot with a hand gun
[03:49.44]Your body sprawled out, you without a doubt
[03:56.79]Running people out, there on the floor
[04:07.50]Sad bloody mess
[04:13.59]Shot all up in his chest, shot in his chest
[04:20.94]One sided duel, gun and a fool, ah
[04:27.60]What a way to go
[04:34.77]Up in the city they called him Boss Jack
[04:41.31]But down home he was a alley cat
[04:47.73]Ah, didn't care nothin' 'bout being Black
[04:55.23]Oh, Billy Jack

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