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 roomAnd 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!