hating is a waste of time
it wracks my soul
and wrecks my rhyme
if a whirlwind came along
and punished all
who done me wrong
that wouldn’t fix a doggone thing
and how much comfort
would it bring?
spreading pain and misery
won’t help my woes
or set me free
i’ll try to do what Jesus said
and love the folks
who wish me dead
by Richard W. Bray
Clinging to the past
Will mess you up real fast
And if you don’t explode
It’ll make your guts corrode
taking in and letting out
is what it’s all about
won’t be no peace in your soul
till you learn to let it go
The land of used-to-be
Ain’t no place for me
Won’t be living no sad song
Cuz life just ain’t that long
taking in and letting out
is what it’s all about
won’t find no peace in your soul
till you learn to let it go
Prize what’s good and true
In the time that life gives you
Keep on tending to today
And let the sadness wash away
taking in and letting out
is what it’s all about
won’t find no peace in your soul
till you learn to let it go
by Richard W. Bray
Eat your greens, watch your step
And lend a helping hand
And stay away from people
Whose hearts are full of sand
on days when you
can barely cope
they trample on your
tender hope
they offer you a
slender rope
and kick you down
a slippery slope
Eat your greens, watch your step
And lend a helping hand
And stay away from people
Whose hearts are full of sand
by Richard W. Bray
Look at that girl
Struttin down the line
Like she owns the whole world
Thinkin she’s so fine
She’s just living her life
Ain’t hurtin nobody else
Time to focus your mind
On just being yourself
Look at that couple
What a filthy disgrace
One’s the wrong age
And one’s the wrong race
You might wanna pause
Before you stop and stare
They’re only in your head
Cuz you want ‘em there
Look at that freak
He needs to cut his hair
He looks like Jesus
But he smells like a bear
When you look in a mirror
Who’s lookin back?
Were you put on this planet
To judge and attack?
by Richard W. Bray
If you got a problem
With the girl I’m dating
Keep your piehole closed
And stop all your hating
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
So quick to judge
So quick to condemn
Spend your whole life saying
How you’re better than them
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
I made it this far
Without listening to you
Please take this dollar
And go buy a clue
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
by Richard W. Bray
This place gets awful messy
when yer gone
Things ain’t in the places
they belong
The boys and me been stayin
up till dawn
And three of them are sleeping
on the lawn
if you gonna go
baby, let me know
i’ll hire me a crew
to do the things you do
several will get paid
a cop, a chef, a maid
a seamstress and a shrink
someone to hall away my stink
Things get mighty lonesome
when you go
Days are long and nighttime
lost its glow
The boys and me been raisin
Cain too long
Won’t you please come back
where you belong?
if you gonna go
baby, let me know
i’ll hire me a crew
to do the things you do
several will get paid
a cop, a chef, a maid
a seamstress and a shrink
someone to hall away my stink
by Richard W. Bray
Can’t quench my hunger
Can’t comfort my greed
Born with this burning
Got monsters to feed
I signed on the line
With blood from my vein
All I got left is
A wicked stain
I did what I did
I am where I am
Discarded, forgotten
Forsaken and damned
Hope you get used to
The sulfur you smell
Give my regards to
My buddies in hell
by Richard W. Bray
The thieves in charge
Just dangle some cash
And dirty politicians
Kiss a whole lotta ass
The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away
Crooks and traitors
Keep getting paid
Send jobs overseas
And call it free trade
The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away
Ain’t got no money
To fix our schools
We’re going down hard
Like a punch-drunk fool
The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away
by Richard W. Bray
Left in a hurry
And I’m feeling kinda mean
My cleanest dirty shorts*
Ain’t none too clean
Stomach’s full of empty
My hair’s a disgrace
Didn’t even get a chance
To wash my face
Keep diving deeper
But I still ain’t hit
The bottom of the bottle
Is it time to quit?
Had to leave me a woman
Crazier than sin
Getting out was so much tougher
Than getting in
She took all I got
And tied me to her bed
It’s wonder to behold
That I ain’t dead
Keep diving deeper
But I still ain’t hit
The bottom of the bottle
Is it time to quit?
I’ve seen the seedy side
Of every bar and saloon
I drank in every dive
From here to the moon
Got a thousand sordid tales
That I could tell
Shared shots with the devil
In the pit of hell
Keep diving deeper
But I still ain’t hit
The bottom of the bottle
Is it time to quit?
*Sincerest apologies to Mr. Kristofferson
Richard W. Bray
shield your heart
from danger
your treasure
ain’t for strangers
your beauty and
your grace is
hid in your
tender places
don’t leave your
beauty ‘round
this life’ll break
you down
beware of
smiling faces
protect your
tender places
Richard W. Bray
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