When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In a smoky saloon where the laughter flies,
The tales grow tall neath the low-hung skies.
With boots in hand, they throw with glee,
As the crowd roars loud, Just wait and see!
A cowboy, bold, with a chili-laden grin,
Dares the locals to join in the din.
With each fiery bite, he swells up like air,
Claiming legends of courage that waft through the hair.
Through campfire light, the stories ignite,
Of wild, crazy stunts and the thrill of the fight.
With a boot launched high, and a kick like a mule,
These outrageous echoes keep laughter the rule.
As the stars twinkle bright in the velvet night,
They toast to the legends, those cowboys in flight.
With hearts full of fire and boots made of leather,
They forge their own fate, come hell or high weather.
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