Gallon hats wear cowboys,
horses wear the shoes,
righteous women forgive,
a gambling man's news.

Winning tells a story,
losses tell the truth,
trifectas are last resorts,
on a Sunday night in June.

  I'm the only witness,
  to this paradise,
  been a year and change
  since my sentence,
  my how time flies.
  Don't harbor resentment,
  my dear butterfly,
  these days will pass in an instant,
  let sleeping dogs lie.

Fireflies wear lightning bolts,
toads croak the blues,
sit back and enjoy the cantor,
It'll change your mood.

Crickets sing pitch less rhythms,
white fog paints her hue,
sandpaper scrapes resistance,
when it's able to.