That billy told, told me many things
About the church and who rings the bells
Who sing the Hymes, change potter all it seems
That billy told me of the courts
Those ropes of black and mallet mourns
He warned me of the jury
The pieces of the past not gone
If I wanted truth I’d have to hurry
He did say about my name
Pray no one knows the fake notes
Pray no one knows billy bob joe
For those who he has heard
Have spread many lies, don’t know the words
Holding onto a world that is no more
Pray it hard for justice is needed worth
Billy was a great ole man
I miss him more than I can stand
Yet he did know his time was called
He’d walked the old road more than most
It was tough for him to switch
To know when to let go and who he was with
His road was tethered and to much to bare
I pray it hard, as the stones he wears
That grey lettering all of dates
I hear the verdict now, don’t call my name
The rain comes down and washes clean
My tears away and his plate gray, his flowers green.
So I thank it to the moon each night
For the sun comes to rise may meet the tide
The story is told and only some may know
To be held in oath, so evergreen can bloom
Thank you billy for all you’ve done
Many women now know the sun
For they were dismayed to many times
A man worthy to stand in line
Equal it is now it seems
You paid your debts and she wears a thumb of green
So now life can live on, in peace we are, together as one.
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