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Pump jacks, mesquites and telephone poles ice rattles in my cup , in the center console horn toads, ground squirrels, coveys of quail road runner , coyotes and foxes on the trail All alone out on the road backroads is where I roam white stripes, a dotted line driving in the warm sunshine Window down , the wind blows in old school tunes rock from backspin passing trucks in the oil field now in front a clear windshield Texas border, not far away switch to country, let it play Merle haggard sings, as antelopes graze in the field, a tractor cuts hay A lynx crosses the road in front of me carrying a rabbit, caught something to eat a rare sight indeed, but you never know what you'll see on the back roads
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Back Roads of the Southwest
Pump jacks, mesquites and telephone poles ice rattles in my cup , in the center console horn toads, ground squirrels, coveys of quail road runner , coyotes and foxes on the trail All alone out on the road backroads is where I roam white stripes, a dotted line driving in the warm sunshine Window down , the wind blows in old school tunes rock from backspin passing trucks in the oil field now in front a clear windshield Texas border, not far away switch to country, let it play Merle haggard sings, as antelopes graze in the field, a tractor cuts hay A lynx crosses the road in front of me carrying a rabbit, caught something to eat a rare sight indeed, but you never know what you'll see on the back roads
On a Drive from Artesia NM to Odessa TX
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
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