Cowboy's Lament: Livin' Free, Ridin' High

[Verse 1] Well, the moon’s hangin' high, and the city's alive, Down in the speakeasy, we all come to jive. Flappers with feathers, all dressed to the nines, Sippin' on the gin, feelin' mighty fine. [Chorus] Gin and jazz nights, where the lights are dim, Dancin' till dawn on a midnight whim. Swingin' to the beat, feelin' light as air, In our secret spot, no worries or care. [Verse 2] Piano keys clinkin', saxophone’s wail, In the smoky room, we spin tales. Champagne bubbles and a stolen kiss, In this hidden place, it’s pure bliss. [Chorus] Gin and jazz nights, where the lights are dim, Dancin' till dawn on a midnight whim. Swingin' to the beat, feelin' light as air, In our secret spot, no worries or care. [Verse 3] Bootleg whiskey and forbidden charms, Holdin' close under chandelier arms. Jazz band’s playin' and the floor’s alive, In this speakeasy, we thrive. [Chorus] Gin and jazz nights, where the lights are dim, Dancin' till dawn on a midnight whim. Swingin' to the beat, feelin' light as air, In our secret spot, no worries or care. [Outro] So, raise your glass and give a cheer, For these nights we hold so dear. In the haze of jazz and the taste of gin, We’re free, if just for a spin.