Ray by Scot Young

Ray got outta prison in 82
pulled up on the job site in a caddy
trunk full of sansabelts,
banlons and a dozen leather jackets
big bob said
fuck ray, we don’t wear that shit
got any flannel shirts & jeans

ray

narrowed his eyes

like eastwood in hang’em high

remembering the last thing

his daddy said right before he hit the ground

best part of you ran down

your moma’s leg

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