Tucson, Arizona

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Tucson, Arizona 
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Rising in the heat like a mirage 
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Tony keeps his Chevy 
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Like a virgin locked in his garage 
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He brings it out at midnight 
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And cruises down the empty boulevards 
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And he prowls the darkened alleys 
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That snake between the city's thirsty yards 
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The lonely desert skies reflect 
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the anger in his eyes 
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And it is dawn. 
 
His father died of drinking 
And left five children sinking 
With his mom 
His older brother Bobby 
Never made it back from Viet Nam 
With high school well behind him 
He lives at home and works this 
shitty job. 
 
And he thinks his '60 Chevy 
Is the only true amigo 
that he's got 
His heart is filled with sadness 
And his soul is like some 
ugly vacant lot. 
 
Mary Estelle Hanna 
Came out from Louisiana 
for the sun 
A deal gone bad in Dallas 
Left her burned and broke 
and on the run 
To make the rent and groceries 
She takes this job at 
$3.15 an hour 
Serving shots of whiskey 
and tequila 
In some smoky red-neck bar 
And she dreams some day 
she'll make her way to L.A. 
And become a movie star. 
 
Tony saw her working 
He swallowed hard and asked 
her for a date 
Mary laughed and answered 
"I would but every night 
I'm working late" 
He said he had some cocaine 
That she could have if she'd 
just ride along 
She said "What the hell, 
I may a well 
I haven't had no fun in 
so damn long" 
He picked her up at closing time 
They pulled out on the road 
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And they were gone. 
 
Tony's mom got frantic 
When she found her son had 
not come home 
Mary's roommate panicked 
And called the sheriff from 
a public phone 
They asked her lots of questions 
She tried her best to tell 
them what she saw. 
 
And late that night 
they found poor Mary 
Lying in some narrow, 
dusty draw 
And the coroner reported 
that she hadn't been 
Deceased for very long. 
 
Two weeks on they found it 
Buried to the windshield 
in the sand 
There inside lay Tony 
With a small revolver in 
his hand 
The papers simply stated 
It must have been the 
drugs that drove him mad 
The neighbors speculated 
What could make a good boy 
go so bad? 
Well, it might have been 
the desert heat 
It might have been the 
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home he never had.  
 
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