Brandon Ray's Last Bet

Brandon Ray was a dreamer, in a small town two-room shack. He'd sit there

watchin' Sundays with a cold one and a stack. Bet the over,

bet the spread, but luck never came his way. And every time he'd lose it

all, he'd curse his own name, Brandon Ray.

The bills piled high, the lights went dim. His family left

'cause of him. Brandon Ray, oh Brandon Ray, couldn't hit a parlay to save

his day. Lost his wife, lost his pride, even his dog laid down and

died. But when he had just $186, he made one last bet.