written by: curtis mayfield
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
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
oh! 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, oh oh oh
ah! ah! bad bloody bloody mess
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, oh, billy jack
ah! ah! ah! ah!