Once there was a boy. Who played the guitar and banjo. He serenaded songs with joy. He wrote lyrics while sipping americano.
There was one thing though. He thought his music was cheapo. He completely didn’t know. When he sang he had this glow.
“Baby please have a throw. You should be in a show. People will come see, overflow. And listen to you on radio.“
His girlfriend believed he got the ammo. To make the world go wow. “But sweetheart I’m only a cowboy. So just let me go to the rodeo.“
He kissed her, left with a bow. Walking towards a big tree of Willow. The girl let him go. A singer or a cowboy, she’d still love him so.