Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In the land where the tumbleweeds dance,
Where bold mavericks take every chance,
With spurs that jingle and hats awry,
They strut their stuff neath the vast blue sky.
A leather vest worn two sizes too small,
Makes a statement, loud for one and all.
With fringe that flutters and boots that shine,
Each cowboys look is uniquely divine.
Yet mishaps happen on the wild range,
Like a belt that snaps, oh, what a change!
With laughter echoing round the firelight,
They tease each other through the starry night.
For true styles found in the heart of the brave,
In laughter shared and the tales they pave.
With daring spirit, they ride and they roam,
In fashion so wild, it always feels like home.
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