 
a hundred miles from mexico
me and my amigo, the coral orange moon.
dark so black poets don't go
ol' fateful, willin' who I am on a fateful
winding stretch of road
a 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
a hundred miles from mexico
the moon, the music, and me
before the headlights become the dawn
me and my amigo will be gone
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| 2 | Last Dance at the Last Chance | 
| 3 | Best Is Yet to Come | 
| 4 | Have Not, Will Travel | 
| 5 | Poetry, Texas | 
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