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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