ROUGH TRAILS AND ELECTRIC SPURS

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