Billy Gray

Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83
 There he did meet young Sarah McCray
 The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning
 Herald of springtime in his young life that day
 Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality
 In her young eyes, Billy bore not a flaw
 Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun
 Wanted in Kansas City by the law
 Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands
 That lie to the north of New Mexico
 He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Bill Gray
 A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw
 Well, the deadly news came creepin' to Billy, fast sleepin'
 There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel
 He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts
 Thinking he'd climb that old steeple bell
 But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying
 There in the dust of the road where he fell
 Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman
 Accepting no reason knowing he was killed
 Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
 Where she first met Billy some forty years ago
 And the wild rose of morning has faded
 With the dawning of each day of
 Sorrow the long years have sown
 Written on a stone
 Where the dusty winds have long blown
 Eighteen words to a passing world say:
 "True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason
 Justice is cold as the Granger County clay"