| Under the gray sky I watch time pass
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| The thought flies and I start to remember
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| That in this place of iron and cement
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| It was a ranch now it is the city
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| My old horse is no longer happy
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| He was my partner and now he is very lonely
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| Because the prairie has been consumed
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| He no longer has a place to ride
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| Gray sky, gray sky, I get to thinking
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| That in this city, gray sky, gray sky
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| The sun is no longer, it will no longer shine
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| Gray sky, gray sky, I cry because blue will no longer be
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| All my friends have been dying
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| They are in heaven, God already sent them to call
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| I always remember them and I know they are happy
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| Riding into eternity
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| Valleys and mountains, hear the cry
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| From the old cowboy who will not forget them
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| The lord calls me, I wait for my moment
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| my horse will accompany me
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| Gray sky, gray sky, I get to thinking
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| That in this city, gray sky, gray sky
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| The sun is no longer, it will no longer shine
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| Gray sky, gray sky, I cry because blue will no longer be |