100 Miles From Mexico

 
A hundred miles from Mexico,
me and my amigo, the coral orange moon.
Dark so black, poet's don't go.
ol' fateful, willin' who I am on a fateful,
winding stretch of road
 
One hundred miles from Mexico,
the moon, the music, and me.
 
A hundred miles from Mexico,
backing down this highway, thumbing at the headlights.
Gravel shoulder, Devil's backbone.
Before the headlights become the dawn
me and my amigo will be gone.
 
REFRAIN (One hundred miles....)
 
Before the headlights become the dawn
me and my amigo will be gone.


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