Johnny Cash – General Lee
The road dust still settles in the mind’s eye. Close your eyes, and you can practically hear the revving engine,…
The road dust still settles in the mind’s eye. Close your eyes, and you can practically hear the revving engine,…
The air in the garage was always a little dusty, even on a day when the California sun made the…
The light, what little there was, came from the streetlamp outside the window, cutting a pale diagonal across the wall.…
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