Waking from a restful sleep, listening to cowboy's
songs from the past.
Gene Autry's lyrics advance and play now on videos
of my mind.
Circling through the atmosphere, filling clouds with
sensitive music, long ago written and sung by cowboys
in desert plains, sitting around campfires under
evening's stars above.
A quiet, peaceful feeling is spread throughout our
souls, letting us appreciate fully, our western
heritage.
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