Herbert Nehrlich - Hemi Five-Point-Seven

And he left him in the distance,
many horses driving pistons,
had a Yankee four-wheel drive
made him feel fully alive.
Praise be to the Cherokee
Indian tribe that once was free,
now the Hemi five-point-seven
you should hear the bastard revvin'.
Flying through the desert heat
Native power, hard to beat.

Herbert Nehrlich

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