Just out of Monday

Run into a friend 

Down the street, down the street

Where I live 

Ah! Ah! Sad things begin

I could feel from within 

From the message

From the message

He had to give


'Bout a buddy of mine

Running out of time

His life's running 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 a alley cat 

Ah! didn't care nothing about being black

Ah! Billy Jack


Can't be no fun

Can't be no fun

To be shot, shot with a hand gun 

Body sprawled out, you without a doubt

Running people out, there on the floor


Ah! Ah! Bad bloody bloody mess

Shot all up in his chest 

Shot all up in his chest 

One sided duel, gun and a fool

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

Ah, Ah, Billy Jack 

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!