cowboy poem

Cowboy poem Cityscape, tall building, and smog-filled evening sky In New York, no one sleeps here; a camel smokes a cigarette and no one  finds that unusual The big apple, tall women, and juicy scandals, what else is there to know Prosperity, even a bus driver can make it rich be frugal, collect his mother's pension long after  She has died or gone to Galveston I knew a man in Nevada He won on the lottery, bought a horse, and a guitar makes a living writing lyrics  It proves you don't have to go to New York to  make it big, with luck, you can succeed, but if you  still hesitate to try New Mexico