"You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
rope an ol blue norter and milk it till it's dry
bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
long before you take this cowboys hat"
I'll always think of Chris riding across those great big Western Skies.
I have a feeling that the lyrics for that song would cause MANY a FReeper to wipe a tear, hang their heads, and move on.
The skies he's riding are NO longer Western...they're ETERNAL.
He made his run for the border. He's ridin' tall. He now has Jesus as his riding companion. (and it's MORE than an 8 second ride)