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The Drunken Cowboy’s Lament Heartache Beneath the Rowdiness

The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

Beneath the raucous saloons bright light,
Where whiskey flows and shadows fight,
The drunken cowboy sings his tune,
A heart laid bare, beneath the moon.

His hat sits low, a shield for dreams,
Of love once clear, now torn at seams.
He steals a glance, as laughter swells,
In rowdy bars where silence dwells.

The bottles warmth, a false embrace,
Can’t drown the hurt nor time erase.
A faded picture, a ghostly glance,
Of rodeo nights and a lost romance.

As dawn breaks soft on dusty streets,
He rides away, where sorrow meets.
With every bump, the heartache pounds,
Yet in the wild, his spirit sounds.