I sit here in the local cantina waiting.. for something. Dusty Southwest town you can imagine. Hot and dry, even on a spring day and nothing much of interest except a historical marker and some notes on the back of the menu
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"Layed back in an old saloon, a peso in my hand Watchin' flies and children on the street.... I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet.."
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Watchin' flies and children on the street....
I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet.."
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