Born and bred in the one red light town of Harlem, Georgia, Ray Fulcher can… Read Full Bio ↴Born and bred in the one red light town of Harlem, Georgia, Ray Fulcher can almost smell the azaleas that reside twenty minutes away in the Augusta National Golf Club, home of the Master’s. While growing up in small town east Georgia, Ray learned the values of the simple life, what it means to earn a buck, and how a country song means more than honky tonkin’ and sad songs, it’s about a way of life. Growing up on the likes of Travis Tritt, Alan Jackson, Keith Whitley, George Strait & Johnny Cash, those artists would mold not only the music he listened to, but also what kind of life he led. Throughout his tenure at the University of Georgia, while earning his two degrees, he spent his nights scraping money together to frequent the Georgia Theater. There he was inspired by artists such as Luke Bryan, Corey Smith, Eric Church, and The Zac Brown Band. Their early years gave Ray the desire to pick up the guitar and begin writing songs about his small town upbringing, dirt road memories, football games, and pretty girls lettin’ their hair down.
Ray has spent the last several years playing live music all over the southeast playing with artists such as David Nail, Dustin Lynch, Lee Brice, The Marshall Tucker Band, Craig Morgan, Montgomery Gentry, Maddie and Tae, Kid Rock, Luke Combs, Old Dominion and they are showing no signs of slowing down.
In May of 2014, Ray took the next step and made the big move to The Music City. Since moving to Nashville, Ray has since inked a publishing deal with River House Artists and is either writing or in the studio.
Ray's current EP 'Here We Go Again' landed in the top 10 Country iTunes chart in September 2016 and Ray is busy out on the road every weekend for shows. Ray & the band look forward to seeing you at a show soon!
Ray has spent the last several years playing live music all over the southeast playing with artists such as David Nail, Dustin Lynch, Lee Brice, The Marshall Tucker Band, Craig Morgan, Montgomery Gentry, Maddie and Tae, Kid Rock, Luke Combs, Old Dominion and they are showing no signs of slowing down.
In May of 2014, Ray took the next step and made the big move to The Music City. Since moving to Nashville, Ray has since inked a publishing deal with River House Artists and is either writing or in the studio.
Ray's current EP 'Here We Go Again' landed in the top 10 Country iTunes chart in September 2016 and Ray is busy out on the road every weekend for shows. Ray & the band look forward to seeing you at a show soon!
Way Out
Ray Fulcher Lyrics
There's a two-lane in, no good way out
Of a no dot, cotton field, touchdown, Jesus town
With that white board, two-story porch wraparound
Way out
Where granddaddy came back in '38
For a concrete job, a couple bucks at the bank
And found a piece of land on some dark red clay
Way out
Where we get way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
You oughta see that sunset, hear the choir loft sing
Feel that momma's house, mid-June fescue under your feet
Yeah, that greener shade of green
Way out
Kids run through the sprinklers, dream of being Springsteen
Can't help but get into everything
They raise a little too much hell
Spend a few hours in a cell
Daddy comes to the city jail
Makes bail and pays their
Way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
Why would I ever want a way out
There's no place like home
When it's my time to go
All an ol' boy can hope
Is that they lay me down underneath an old white oak
Somewhere way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
Yeah, why would I ever want a way out
Yeah
Of a no dot, cotton field, touchdown, Jesus town
With that white board, two-story porch wraparound
Way out
Where granddaddy came back in '38
For a concrete job, a couple bucks at the bank
And found a piece of land on some dark red clay
Way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
You oughta see that sunset, hear the choir loft sing
Feel that momma's house, mid-June fescue under your feet
Yeah, that greener shade of green
Way out
Kids run through the sprinklers, dream of being Springsteen
Can't help but get into everything
They raise a little too much hell
Spend a few hours in a cell
Daddy comes to the city jail
Makes bail and pays their
Way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
Why would I ever want a way out
There's no place like home
When it's my time to go
All an ol' boy can hope
Is that they lay me down underneath an old white oak
Somewhere way out
Head it off the highway, straight out
Where a back road runs a Texaco tank out
Grew up rearview dusting it
Halfway cussing it
Covered in mud in it
Way out
Where the stars get you a second-base make out
Where the lightning in a Mason gets drank out
Then the second you leave in that 150
You wonder why you'd ever want a way out
Yeah, why would I ever want a way out
Yeah
Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDREW DEROBERTS, JON NITE, MICHAEL RAYE, RAY FULCHER, ROSS COPPERMAN, TAYLOR PHILLIPS
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