In boots worn down by dust and pride, He walks where longhorn shadows glide. A hat brim low, eyes sharp as steel, The Texan rides with timeless zeal.

The sun may scorch, the wind may bite, But he stands firm from dawn to night. With stories stitched in leather seams, He lives between the land and dreams.

He speaks in drawls, not just for show— Each word a tale, each nod a "go." From oil fields deep to cattle wide, He holds his ground, won't run or hide.

Barbecue smoke and bluebonnet skies, He knows where freedom truly lies. Not just a state, but state of mind— A Texan’s heart is unconfined.

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