Your Morning Keen

For Tuesday, June 2nd, 2026

He knew a crusty caballero
Who played an old gut string guitar
And he sang like Marty Robbins could
Played like no one I have known

For a while we knew that life was good
And it was ours to take back home
And we were singin like
The end was not in site

And we sang all afternoon
We asked the world to wait
So we could celebrate
A gringo honeymoon

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