No one knew why, he just turned up one day with wide-brimmed hat, a pair of pruning scissors and a bad attitude.
The Wine Cowboy had come to stay.
He came from the South
On wine, and the winding roads it leads one down…
On wine, and the winding roads it leads one down…
No one knew why, he just turned up one day with wide-brimmed hat, a pair of pruning scissors and a bad attitude.
The Wine Cowboy had come to stay.
