Jack of Harts

I never wanted to leave home as a kid.  Northern Minnesota was the only place I wanted.  It was beautiful.  Now when I go back, all I see is the ghosts of friends that will never party on the beach again and a hometown they rebuilt bigger and better than I ever saw it before.  It’s not home, and I don’t know the people that live there now.  So I don’t go back often.  Besides, there’s always lots of things for a Cowboy to do out here.  I can keep busy for a lifetime.