I was born in Mississippi. On the Gulf of Mexico. And I could hear the Gators a roar at night. Out on the old bayou. . I remember Spanish moss. A hangin' from the cypress trees.
Blue eyes and freckles neath a white cowboy hat. His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat. He's one of the good guys it's plain to see. Shore enough cowboy though he's only three.
He was born and raised in Oklahoma. His blood lines were white and Cherokee. His daddy owned a ranch outside of Clairmore. Where he learned to ride before the age of three.