The cowboy caravan
It never runs on the track
It stands still on the grass
Under the cool breezes
The kangaroo never around
In the open day or night
The cowboy caravan
The canvas blowing with the wind
On a small wooden steps
Day will be fun
Night will be fireflies
Listening to the insects buzz
The night of twinkling stars
The dim light glow in the dark
The cowboy caravan
Alone in the quiet night
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