Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
In a barn where lanterns flicker bright,
Cowboys strut with all their might.
With boots a-stompin’ in playful flair,
They kick up dust like it aint no care.
The fiddles play, a merry tune,
While cowgirls twirl beneath the moon.
Their laughter rings, a joyous sound,
As partners spin and whirl around.
A roping trick, a cheeky dare,
One cowboy trips, but who would care?
He dusts his hat, with a wink and grin,
“Let’s dance again, let the hoedown begin!”
As night rolls on, the stars align,
Each cowboys heart, a spark divine.
In hijinks shared, the bonds grow tight,
Underneath the twinkling lights of night.
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