From the recording A&R/Publishers
Lyrics
THE GREAT GRAY SKY<br />
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The great gray sky loomed large overhead;<br />
The late Jay Fry lay cold and dead.<br />
Fate had lingered and then fled;<br />
Fortune nodded, then turned and sped<br />
To the great gray sky overhead.<br />
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The late Jay Fry was a good enough guy,<br />
Not too forward, not too shy.<br />
Never one to pass a sure thing by;<br />
He bet his life on the great gray sky,<br />
The great gray sky that is always nearby.<br />
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Don’t hate Jay Fry for what he’s done;<br />
He couldn’t wait to have his fun.<br />
His battle’s lost, his battle’s won.<br />
He can’t count the clouds that blot the sun,<br />
Now that the great gray sky is number one.<br />
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I’d rate Jay Fry an above-average man,<br />
Always a gate crasher, never an also ran.<br />
A steady fellow, no flash in the pan,<br />
With a ready autograph for any fan.<br />
He was a great gray sky kind of man.<br />
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Now, the late Jay Fry lies cold and dead,<br />
And I’m here praying for my daily bread.<br />
There’s nothing left to say, it’s all been said.<br />
No one left to save; we’re already dead.<br />
And the great gray sky looms large overhead.<br />
The great gray sky looms large overhead.<br />
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Copyright © 2002 Lex Zaleta <br />