ROUGH TRAILS AND ELECTRIC SPURS

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