Lance Alan Gray was born in San Diego, California in 1947. He passed away on Sunday, July 12, 2020.
Imagine if you will, large boots with skinny legs holding up such a big heart. There was no fluff about this cowboy.
A man of few words, but those that count, his loving actions were more numerous.
Singing together from the moment they met, his love for his sweetheart was witnessed by all who saw them together.
Resilient and relentless, if he was hard on anybody, he was harder on himself.
He held no judgment toward the journeys of others, he only ever asked if you were going to do something, then do it well.
His ability to learn, adapt and change was out of the love and respect he had for those around him.
Lance enjoyed his life through observance and it reflected in his music.
As Lance would often pray, “Thank you for peace, love, music, health and prosperity. Thank you for this beautiful earth and everything on it. Thank you for this family. Thank you for Marlene.”
In the loving response of his sweetheart, “Thank you for Lance.”
He was a cowboy and rancher in Llano, NM.
He is survived by his wife Frances Marlene Gray.
The Old Cow Man
I rode across a valley range
I hadn't seen for years
The trail was all so spoilt and strange
It nearly fetched the tears
I had to let ten fences down
The fussy lanes ran wrong
And each new line would make me frown
And hum this mournin’ song
Mhm, hear 'em stretchin' of the wire!
The urban brand is on the land
I reckon I'll retire
While progress toots her greedy horn
And makes her motor buzz
I thanks the Lord I wasn't born
No later than I was
'Twas good to live when all the sod
Without no fence or fuss
Belonged in partnership with God
Mother Nature and to us
Where skyline bounds from east to west
And room to go and come
I loved my fellow man the best
When he was scattered some
Mhm, closer and closer crawls the wire
There's hardly place to step away
And call a man a liar
Their house has locks on every door
Their land is in a crate
These ain't the plains of God no more
They're only real estate
When my old soul hunts range and rest
Beyond the last divide
Just plant me in some stretch of West
Sunny, lone and wide
Let cattle rub the tombstone round
And coyotes mourn their kin
Let horses come and paw the moun'
But don't you fence it in!
Mhm, far and farther flings the wire
To crowd and pinch another inch
It's all their heart's desire
The world is overstocked with men
And some will see the day
When each must keep his little pen
But I'll be far away
While progress toots her greedy horn
And makes her motor buzz
I thanks the Lord I wasn't born
No later than I was
~Don Edwards
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Name | Lance Alan Gray |
Date of Birth | January 18th, 1947 |
Date of Death | July 12th, 2020 |
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Funeral Home | Rivera Family Funeral Home - Española | |
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305 Calle Salazar Española NM 87532 United States |
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Marlene-
We were saddened to learn of Lance’s passing.
You may know that he played a few shows with us (Desert Sons) in the mid-90’s. Here is a photo taken at the Arizona Cowboy Poetry Gathering in 1995.
I would really appreciate details on the planned life celebration in Llano when you have selected a date.
Our best to you and family...in our thoughts and prayers.
Benny
The Desert Sons (retired since 2012)
[email protected]
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Marlene-
We were saddened to learn of Lance’s passing.
You may know that he played a few shows with us (Desert Sons) in the mid-90’s. Here is a photo taken at the Arizona Cowboy Poetry Gathering in 1995.
I would really appreciate details on the planned life celebration in Llano when you have selected a date.
Our best to you and family...in our thoughts and prayers.
Benny
The Desert Sons (retired since 2012)
[email protected]
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Dear Cousin Marlene,
I loved reading Lance's unique, beautiful life sketch. I wish I had known him, and I really wish I could have heard you sing and play together. It's impossible to be prepared for this kind of heartbreak. I'm crying with you and praying for you to feel Lance's love and God's peace. Sending lots of hugs. Suzanne
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It was always a comfort to look over at Lance when playing music. He knew the path as a good cowboy should. He never missed a lick. Occasionally when we would go astray he would have to yell out the key to get us back in the corral. He always took good care of us by supplying, hauling, setting up, and fine tuning the sound equipment. He was a great and generous person and will be greatly missed. Much love to Marlene and the extended family. Scott and Mary
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We are really going to miss that old cowboy. He was a talented and thoughtful musician. I'm really going to miss standing next to him, harmonizing as we back up Alan, asking him "what key's it in?"
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Quiet, tall and lean man. Loving that music and that woman. We are so very sorry.
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Dear Marlene. Wish we could be with you and give you a giant hug. Lance was one of a kind We will miss him greatly.
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