Artist: Ray Wylie Hubbard
Album: Loco Gringo's Lament - July 1994 - DejaDisc, Inc., San Marcos, Texas
Contributor: Scott Lyford, rslford@ibm.net

Ray Wylie is best known for the "Up Against the Wall Redneck Mothers" 
song that was popular in the early 70's.  That song left me (and I 
suppose a lot of others) with the impression that Ray was just some 
asshole redneck not worth investigating.  Big mistake - if you've ever 
seen him live, in a small venue, you'll become an instant fan.  He is an 
extremely funny, smart, and entertaining guy.  Incredible audience 
rapport.  And best of all - he plays all kinds of music, not just 
country, and his words are thoughtful and poetic.  He ought to be more 
well known.  Get your hands on one of his albums and listen closely.

Intro (this is in the key of A, leads are the same as a blues lead in A 
- up 3 half steps, if that makes sense.  Time is steady, four beats, 
kind of medium speed)

Am                        G
I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
D                                    Am
A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit
Am                                G
I come her as the cause of tears, I am a crying shame
D                            Am
Seven stud or eternal blood, just looking for a game

I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time
I taught myself to doublecut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind
I learned to love the tumblin dice and to believe the word
Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard.

Patience is a virtue that I don't possess
And I can't deny that heavan lies beneath a cotton dress
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.

(Lead - Am G D Am  Am G D Am)

I have walked through God's green pastures and seen the rich blue skies
I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes
I have heard the roar of thunder and felt the lightening bolt
And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take along 
	Samuel Colt

Every night I kiss the cards and hold them to my breast
And when I see the king of hearts I know that I am blessed
And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there
And when the times at hand and I kill a man, I say a little prayer.

(Lead - Am G D Am  Am G D Am  Am G D Am  Am G D Am)

I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.

How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings
Lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.