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Before the bawdy houses all went broke, 
Contented cowboys, flush with cash, would go. 
Fernando with his friends and other folk 
Perused each painted pretty there on show. 

These glitter-gloved young ladies lounged in style; 
They'd wait and wonder who would be the one 
To leave his liquor for a little while 
And fork a fiver over for some fun. 

They were the wanton women of the west 
Who proffered pleasure proudly for a price. 
Big hearts are often broken in the best 
Who lose at love like gamblers lose at dice. 

Just tin-pan ladies toiling tough till dawn 
With wages weak for weary work each night. 
They soon would wake to see their youth was gone; 
Their better life for burdens born took flight. 

The cowpoke cattle drives brought towns new breath 
But soon the railroad ripped the range in two 
As cattle cars crushed cattle drives to death 
And cattle drivin' cowpokes soon were through. 

The pretty painted ladies proved no use 
To lazy little towns now cast astray. 
Love's labor flees when life is lived too loose, 
Dependent on a cowboy's poke each day. 

So now that time is told as tales of old 
Where cowboy campfires burnt away the chill 
When weather's whimsy whipped up winds so cold 
They'd cut right through and break a cowboy's will. 

Some words at last for ladies who sold love 
Then disappeared like dust of early dawn. 
They faded like the glitter on their glove, 
A badge of broken beauty, dead and gone.

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