The hearts we set aflutter as we
danced inside the canvas tents.
Towns on the edge of the dust bowl who
still had pennies and loved our scents.
Times were hard and we moved to catch
the next town with a sawbuck to steal
with our games of chance and ladies
teasing what we'd give after a deal.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 9:04 PM UTC
The hearts we set aflutter as we
danced inside the canvas tents.
Towns on the edge of the dust bowl who
still had pennies and loved our scents.
Times were hard and we moved to catch
the next town with a sawbuck to steal
with our games of chance and ladies
teasing what we'd give after a deal.
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