In the blistering sun He slowly bakes away Birds slowly circling Which way out He has no clue The desert seems forever Was yesterday, no day before His mind is totally befuddled There he was sitting at home Enjoying an icy wine Duty called , he had to go Across the desert driving Broken down, blown motor Surely help must be coming Out here country unforgiving Rarely get a second chance This time God smiled upon him Help arrives just in time
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