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!