Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In a dusty town where cowboys meet,
The moonlight shone on swaying feet.
Boots kicked high in a whirl of cheer,
Laughter rang out, dispelling fear.
With hats tipped low, the judges smiled,
As dancers spun, each one beguiled.
A nimble twirl, a comical fall,
Boots scootin™ fast, they gave their all.
The fiddler played a lively tune,
While cowgirls laughed beneath the moon.
A lasso spun like a comet™s tail,
The crowd erupted, wild and frail.
As dawn crept in with a golden hue,
They raised a toast to the brave and true.
In that hoedown, where spirits soared,
The Boot-Scootin™ Showdown became the lore.
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