Billy

Billy just drank and drank himself to death
Used to shoot our shotguns off the back of Whitney's deck
And Billy wasn't careful, he was stupid all the time
He would swing the gun around and point at his chest and mine

Whitney's deck was rotten, and Billy soon fell through
Two stories to the desert dirt, but never got a bruise

Nine lives, impossible to die
Nothing could kill Billy, that daring man of mine
Nine lives, decreased right down to one
Could nothing kill Billy, could nothing get it done

We used to take the truck out, 110 flying out north
How he happened not to crash it, I'll never know for sure
Billy got in fist fights at Mountain Rambler Bar
Those men stood twice as tall as him
He had twice the troubled heart

Black-eyed Billy pulled through every punch and blow
He'd start to breath right when we thought the maker called him home

Nine lives, impossible to die
Nothing could kill Billy, that daring man of mine
Nine lives, decreased right down to one
Could nothing kill Billy, could nothing get it done

Nine lives, impossible to die
Nothing could kill Billy, that daring man of mine
Nine lives, decreased right down to one
Could nothing kill Billy, could nothing get it done

Last week I buried Billy, damnit what a shame
Fought bears and brutes and treated life as it were a game
The thing that got my Billy was the liquid in the glass
Took him down and out and quickly, sent him under just as fast