A boy turned into a song, friendship of two friends.Lord, I remember the days with my buddy Jake …Running those trap lines back in Ohio., for goodness sake Fall and winter mornings, crisp and cold Just two young fellas, brave and bold.

A boy turned into a song, friendship of two friends. Lord, I remember the days with my buddy Jake …Running those trap lines back in Ohio., for goodness sake Fall and winter mornings, crisp and cold Just two young fellas, brave and bold.

A boy turned into a song, friendship of two friends.Lord, I remember the days with my buddy Jake …Running those trap lines back in Ohio., for goodness sake Fall and winter mornings, crisp and cold Just two young fellas, brave and bold. &nbsp;

Ohio Boys

They say the West was built on grit, on sweat, and on the promise of afuture you had to claw for. But they often forget to mention the sound thatfilled those wide-open spaces. It wasn’t just the jingle of spurs or the creakof saddle leather. It was the rhythm of a story, a ballad spun from heartacheand hope. This is the story of how country music didn’t just follow the West—ithelped build it.

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