Cowboys riding into the hot arid Arizona sunshine, ten gallon hats
shielding them from the burning rays of sun, sweat flowing from
their foreheads, getting into their eyes, stinging them.
Luckily, their horses just keep on walking as if they know where
they're going, liberty and independence taking them into desert
sands of peace and tranquility alone.
Never caring whether or not they will get to where they're going
or not, blessings from above flowing all about as they continue
riding into the hot arid Arizona sunshine.
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