Billy

The story goes young Billy was a farm boy sitting in a city bar
Minding his business when a fight broke out, it was one that he didn’t start
From out of nowhere a mountain of a man stuck a bottle in Billy’s face
So Billy took a knife, he was fighting for his life he wasn’t gonna die that day
With every ounce of strength he had he swung that blade around
He left that big man lying in a pool of blood face down
His lawyers claimed that it was self-defense but it fell upon deaf ears
The jury found him guilty and they gave him twenty years
Somewhere between the court house and those rusty prison gates
That jail bus crashed into a river, he made his great escape
He crawled from the water and he ran towards the hills
Knowing they’d be after him with orders shoot to kill
He was slowing down with every step, chains heavy on his skin
Night sky bright with chopper lights and hound dogs closing in
The hunt led to a canyon and with nowhere left to go
Billy’s choice was prison or the water far below
He yelled I’m not going back and turned himself around
And threw himself right off that ledge never to be found
How the story ended only one man really knows
Until this very day he wears the scars
And I can tell you every detail of how that legend goes
Cause I was that farm boy, sittin' in that city bar
My name is Billy