It's Not Easy

Looking back over the years when my daddy came to me, he said son in this ole world there's people like you and me, it doesn't matter where there going it does matter where they been, it's not easy, it's not easy, to loose the ones you love, it doesn't matter where your going it doesn't matter where you been, it's not easy, it's been twelve years now almost to the day when my daddy talked to Jesus the day he took him away, and I still recall all those words my daddy used to say, he said son in this ole world there's places you don't want to be, there's things you don't want to see, it's not easy, it's not easy, it doesn't matter where your going it doesn't matter where you been it's not easy, as time goes by and i'm out here on the road my heart still breaks and the pain still aches, and I know we can;t turn back time to get back what we lost, but I would like to take a minute daddy to thank you for all you done and i'm proud to be your son, yea i'm proud to be your son, it doesn't matter where your going daddy it doesn't matter where you been it's not easy, it's not easy, to loose the ones you love, it doesn't matter where your going daddy it doesn't matter where you been, it's not easy it's not easy no its not easy" I miss you daddy

  © 2017   Written By  Gregory Ray

 

High Pains Drifter

Somewhere in the distance across the desert plains, he dodges another bounty once again, they say he never loved a woman, he never had a home, he's the high plains drifter riding alone, he's riding through the crimson rain, and the marshals on his trail just the same, will his ashes dust the canyon floor or will he be remembered on a stone, he's the high plains drifter riding alone, he was riding through that crimson rain when the marshal caught him on that faithful morn, the thunder from that 44 echoed through the canyon like a storm, the high plains drifter rides no more, let the truth be spoken about the stories that you heard, about the high plains drifter running from the law, now you know the legend but there's more to be told, i'm the high plains drifter in search of my soul,i'm riding through the crimson rain, the devils on my trail just the same, do my ashes dust the canyon floor, or an I remembered on a stone, i'm the high plains drifter in search of my soul, i'm the high plains drifter in search of my soul,  i'm the high plains drifter i'm riding alone

© 2017 Written By Gregory Ray and Steve Dunfee

Tennessee 

Driving down that ole dusty road no place for me to go, listening to our song on the radio wishing you were here with me, oh here in Tennessee, as I look into my rear view mirror it feels like i'm in the middle of no where, oh in Tennessee, that's alright with me, that's alright with me, here in Tennessee,  as I light one more cigarette and try to leave behind any regret,  here in Tennessee, that's alright with me, that's alright with me in Tennessee, the days of you and me will always be a memory of us here in Tennessee, as I pull up to the local bar for one more shot of whisky, i'll drink my blues away here in Tennessee, that's alright with me, that's alright with me in Tennessee,  oh baby will you ever see just what you mean to me, oh that's alright with me, that's alright with me here in Tennessee, 

© 2017 Written By Gregory Ray

The Good Ole USA

Yesterday has become today and tomorrow is drawing near, with the future right ahead for our troops we will fear, will they ever come back home, come back home to stay to this Country they fight for today, it's our brother's and our sister's our mama's and our pa's fighting for our freedom in this country we call the good ole USA, well i'm proud to be an American standing for the red white and blue, for our soldiers i'll solute them they fight for you and me, for this Country we call the good ole USA, We lost some loved ones along the way fighting for what they believe, the freedom of the USA,  so lets get down on our knees and pray for them today, for the Lord to send them some love along the way, from the good ole USA, from the good ole USA, God Bless America 

© 2017 Written By Gregory Ray