Cowboys rocking through this St. Patrick's Day,
rolling and romping lazily with notes of green
ablaze - fastened in minds of Irish today.
Riding across mountains and deserts through their
minds, happily playing jigs in time with laid-
back sounds.
Sitting in saddles of no return, living outdoors
and celebrating still, the luck of the Irish on
St. Patrick's Day.
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