The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In the amber sands where shadows creep,
Fumbling felons plan while others sleep.
With wobbly hands and a hiccuped cheer,
They dream of gold, but end up in fear.
Underneath the suns relentless blaze,
They trip on lariats in a tangled haze.
A breakneck chase on a stubborn mule,
Turns into laughter–oh, aint it cruel?
At dusty saloons, the tales grow wild,
Of heists gone wrong like a wayward child.
With a bandit’s swagger and a comical grin,
Their blunders become where legends begin.
So raise a toast to the clumsy crew,
Who ride through the night under skies so blue.
In the heart of the desert, where stories collide,
These outlaws find fortune in laughter and pride.
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