Jake Ray
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The devils hand
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Genre: Country / Roots Music
Location Town to Town, Oregon, US
Profile Views: 31364
Last Login: 11/24/2012
Member Since 12/21/2007
Website facebook.com/home.php?ref=home/profile
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Bio
...... I will leave the dust of the city street and the noise of the busy town For the windy moor and the high hill and the peat-stream flowing brown; I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white cliffs lean to the sea, And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me. .. I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange, wild songs are sung; I will find once more the magic paths I knew when the world was young, And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend, And I will send you the gold that lies at the rainbow's end. .. Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay; I hear the white road's call; The sun has kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all. .. Give me cornbread when I'm hungry.. .. Corn liquor when I'm dry.. .. ........ “Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway” ~John Wayne~ ........ .. .......... .. .. .. .................... ...... .... .. .... .... ...... .... ........ .. .... .............. .. ...... ...... KIN FOLK.. .............................. .. .. -
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Brighter tomorrows.. .. Heartbreak .. Train Rhythm .. Honky Tonks .. Fishin' .. Jumpin' through loops I make .. Chain Gang Melodies Born from Spirituals .. Crickets by the creek .. Wide open spaces .. Ramblin' .. Spinnin' guns .. Wind through the pines .. The ways of old .. The rumble of a stampede .. Songs of misery,salvation, betrayal and murder ballads.. .. Hobos, the simple man fighting the fight! .. ........ -
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1 Song | Sep 21, 2008
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I will leave the dust of the city street and the noise of the busy town For the windy moor and the high hill and the peat-stream flowing brown; I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white cliffs lean to the sea, And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me.I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange, wild songs are sung; I will find once more the magic paths I knew when the world was young, And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend, And I will send you the gold that lies at the rainbow's end.
Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay; I hear the white road's call; The sun has kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all.
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry..
Corn liquor when I'm dry..

“Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway”
~John Wayne~
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Member Since:
December 21, 2007Influences:
Brighter tomorrows..Heartbreak
Train Rhythm
Honky Tonks
Fishin'
Jumpin' through loops I make
Chain Gang Melodies Born from Spirituals
Crickets by the creek
Wide open spaces
Ramblin'
Spinnin' guns
Wind through the pines
The ways of old
The rumble of a stampede
Songs of misery,salvation, betrayal and murder ballads..
Hobos, the simple man fighting the fight!













