The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In dusty trails where tumbleweeds roll,
The Desert Outlaws play their merry role.
With laughter bright beneath the suns fierce gleam,
They dance through mischief, living out their dream.
Old Slim piped up, with a grin so wide,
Lets steal the sheriffs hat, and take a ride!
They tiptoed near, hearts racing with delight,
But tripped on sand, tumbling out of sight.
A runaway mule became their trusted steed,
Together they galloped, swift as a breeze.
Through sagebrush and cacti, they chased the moon,
With jokes and jests, theyd sing a raucous tune.
As stars adorned the sky like diamonds bright,
They gathered ‘round the fire, sharing tales at night.
Each bond was forged in laughter, laughter sweet,
For even outlaws find friendship in the heat.
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