Mr. Hamilton had a dog Called Billy Joe. His only daughter bought it for him So he wouldn't feel alone. For Mrs. Hamilton had died A long, long time ago. So Mr. Hamilton loved this dog Called Billy Joe. But when he woke up one day He noticed the dog was gone. So he came to me And asked me to write this song. Billy Joe will you come back to me If you can? I'll be glad. You were the only thing I cared about As an old, ageing man. Mrs. Hamilton was in an accident Last winter. She was walking across the road When a motorcycle hit her. And Mr. Hamilton received a call From the police station And he rushed down to the hospital Where they kept him waiting. Mr. Hamilton was sitting Right beside her bed, When the doctor came in And soon pronounced her dead. Billy Joe will you come back to me If you can? I'll be glad. You were the only thing I cared about As an old, ageing man. Billy Joe will you come back to me If you can? I'll be glad. You were the only thing I cared about As an old, ageing man. Mr. Hamilton had a dog Called Billy Joe. But this dog had run away A long, long time ago. And one cloudy afternoon He went to the cemetery. And he found the dog just sitting by Mrs. Hamilton's grave.