The Last Time I Saw Ray

 

 

The last time I saw Ray, was in the parking lot at Wal-Mart

He was loading up a charcoal grill

In the back of a ’85 Oldsmobile

 

He was headed out to Vegas

And his plates had just expired

He said the police, couldn’t catch him

He was invisible, and then he smiled

The sun was getting hot, I think it was Sunday

The last time I saw Ray

 

Now Ray lit a cigarette; he had 3 beers in the car

He said he needed to get started

and he didn’t know how far, he’d get

But the miles would be his pillow

And he could rest when he got there

Safe in the arms of Jesus, on the floor or in a chair

He hit the gas, burned the tires and drove away

The last time I saw Ray

 

Now a man can only try and live this life the best he can

Oh and some get lost and some get saved

Looking for the Promised Land.

And aren’t we all just praying to somehow find our way

Just a Pilgrim, we are all Pilgrims

A wandering Pilgrim, just like Ray

 

Now the last time I saw Ray,

He was all dressed up and he’d had a shave

The color of faded marble

He’d given up the ghost and all his troubles

 

And he looked just like an angel

Underneath his weathered skin

He’d run the race, the best he could

And he’d made it to the end

Oh we buried him down and it rained that day

The last time I saw Ray, yeah

 

Oh, I’m just a wandering Pilgrim

Oh, I’m just like Ray

A wandering Pilgrim just like Ray