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