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    Tucson, arizona
    Rising in the heat like a
    Tony keeps his chevy
    Like a virgin locked in
    His garage
    He brings it out at midnight
    And cruises down the
    Empty boulevards
    And he prowls the
    Darkened alleys
    That snake between the citys
    Thirsty yards
    The lonely desert skies reflect
    The anger in his eyes
    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 hes 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
    Shell 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
    Im working late"
    He said he had some cocaine
    That she could have if shed
    Just ride along
    She said "what the hell,
    I may a well
    I havent had no fun in
    So damn long"
    He picked her up at closing time
    They pulled out on the road
    And they were gone.

    Tonys mom got frantic
    When she found her son had
    Not come home
    Marys 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 hadnt 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
    Home he never had.

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