The expanse desert landscape
As we all drive on our road trip to escape
The California Sun with its immense heat
Nothing can drive the sun away, nothing can beat
The insane perspiration.
Ah, but New Mexico is in our sights
As we all drive through the day and into the night
The mountainous air, smell so good
For we are finally there
A state of chilis, a state of family affairs
And flour tortillas
Perhaps a margarita
Or Two.
(If one can take all that tequila)
Rattlesnakes, desert all around
But New Mexico we are all bound
For wedding bells are soon in the air
For New Mexico we are there!
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