He was not much
Just a pretty good cowboy
She was a beauty a Mexican rose
The first time he saw her
His world fell around him
The first time she smiled
She built it again
And the blue sky
Falling around
And the blue sky
Covers the ground
An old man plays piano
At the Salvation Army
In a faded brown pinstripe
And fake leather shoes
Well he pours it on
For the freaks and the angels
If the gospel don't get you
Then stamps baxter will
And the blue sky
Falling around
And the blue sky
Covers the ground
I think there is more to this world than that
I know that I could be more
I could be more
I could be more
A young man works the fields
Just outside of El Centro
Mud and the cotton
They boil in his veins
So someday I will live
In a white stucco castle
With the prettiest girl now
That you've ever seen
And the blue sky
Falling around
And the blue sky
Covers the ground