| Song | Billy Dee |
| Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
| Album | THE SILVER TONGUED DEVIL AND I |
| 作词 : Kristofferson | |
| 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 towards the darkness by the devil 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 DeeBusy 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 up on 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 DeeIt 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 | |
| Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel | |
| Reachin' towards the needle, | |
| Lord, that drove him down to hell | |
| Some folks called it suicide, others blame the speed | |
| We just called it crucified when | |
| Billy Dee | |
| O.D. |
| zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
| Billy Dee was seventeen when he turned twentyone | |
| Fooling with some foolish things he could' ve left alone | |
| But he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn' t name | |
| Driven towards the darkness by the devil 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 DeeBusy 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 up on 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 DeeIt 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 | |
| Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel | |
| Reachin' towards the needle, | |
| Lord, that drove him down to hell | |
| Some folks called it suicide, others blame the speed | |
| We just called it crucified when | |
| Billy Dee | |
| O. D. |