Billy's Song

Billy's coming home; he;s riding high apon the road
He knows the western district
Like the back of his hand
A hand that has helped many
If you know the pleasure of his sharing
Quietly astute as he his proud

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All roads lead to somewhere
Somewhere you may not want to stay
But you can stop awhile
Share a silence with a smile
Billy's seen the, seen the good
Accepts he's the done the best that he could
Doesn't ask for more than honesty

Billy's coming home; he's riding high upon the road
Friend to many, lover to a few
No short-cut to the pot of gold
Inherent values, new with old
He measurs life by quality.

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