Its winter in New Mexico
And the canyon breezes blow
Sixty miles per hour
And not a drop of snow
Oh how I love New Mexico
When the sun comes up each day
Then the air is full of dust and dirt
And the sunshine goes away
So I guess I'm stuck here for now
And the weather here is grand
I could never leave New Mexico
Cause my house is covered in sand.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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