ROUGH TRAILS AND SPARKLING SPURS

This here's a tale spun from moonlight and saddle sores. A story 'bout a cowboy named Clay, with a heart as big as the Texan plains and backbone that could rival a cactus. He roamed these lanes on his trusty steed, a black mare named Lass, always with a twinkle in his eye and a song on his lips. They say the desert whispers secrets, ancient tales