'If they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain morning, . . . or watched those cotton candy clouds go by . . . They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies.'

'You aint lived until you watched those Northern Lights,. . . or sat around the campfire and heard the coyotes call at night . . . makes you feel allright . . .

'I've gotta be where I can see those Rocky Mountains, . . . ride my horse and watch an Eagle fly. . . .

'I gotta live my life and write my songs beneath these Western Skies. . .

and when I die,

you can bury me beneath these Western Skies . . .

. . . Chris Ledoux

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