Under the gray sky
I watch time go by
the thought flies
and I start to remember
that in this place of iron and cement
it was a ranch and now it's the city
my old horse is no longer happy
he was my companion and now very lonely
because the prairie has been consuming
He has nowhere to ride.
gray sky, gray sky
I think that in this city
gray sky, gray sky
the sun is no longer bright
gray sky, gray sky
I cry because blue you will not be
all my friends have been dying
they are in heaven God already commanded them to call
I always remember them and I know they are happy
riding towards eternity
valleys and mountains hear the lament
of the old cowboy who will not forget them
the Lord calls me I wait for my moment
My horse is with me
gray sky, gray sky
I think that in this city
gray sky, gray sky
the sun is no longer bright
gray sky, gray sky
I cry because blue you will not be
Only among all we can make this a better place :)