Banjo

I heard a knock knock knocking on my door this morning Big bad Billy said I better bow down, before the day is done I told him when tomorrow comes, I will be standing tall I guess you will have to take me to the jailhouse I guess you will have to give me my phone call It's a long way home for this poor boy, anyway And your sword it don't really touch as much as you think it does You can try to shoot the sky down, with your shotgun You can try try try, try me all you want, but you wont touch freedom Because my love, is bulletproof Yes my love, don't cost a thing My love will let you work on it, when its working on you There aint a whole lot you can do Bluebird fly high