Wei Zhong Le
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The sun is almost down.
Night is falling now.
The wide open road stretches ahead for empty miles,
a harvest moon hangs above.
My.45 at my side, I feel secure.
Cracking open the second beer, I take a sip
and light another cigarette.
Give it a little more gas,
windows open, wind on my face,
Johnnie Cash is singing on the radio.
I don't know the words but it doesn't matter,
because the sign says 'Mexicali 58 miles'.
The desert races by.
I'm absolutely happy.