Band rocking inside at Outlaws here in Carefree, people walking
around outside, while here within these Outlaw walls we're en-
joying sounds of country-western beauty.
Its music taking us along in memories of olden days, an appetite
for colors of sound taking us whirling into the atmosphere of
tender, gentle memories that are being made right now.
Rhythms claiming our minds and intellects as they continue to
capture our attention, bringing us into a placid contemplation
of another western afternoon.
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