| This is the tale of the Cowboy Night Writer... Just a simple old country boy sitting here on the front porch and dreaming about a big city gal who has caught his eye, captured his soul, and broke his heart. Come on up here on the porch, sit a spell, as I weave my tale of woe for you... It's a true yarn, I swear, or I'll swoller my 'Skoal'.. |