In this dusty town under the crescent moon,
Where whispers linger and hearts find their tune,
Men in their boots, with dreams in their eyes,
Chasing down love, but holding on to lies.
She’s a sweet southern girl, with a heart like gold,
But she’s seen too much, and she feels too old.
With every smile they give and every vow they steal,
There’s a tale of treachery, a raw, bitter feel.
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