Tucson, Arizona (Gazette) Lyrics

Song	Tucson, Arizona (Gazette)
Artist	Dan Fogelberg
Album	Windows And Walls
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	作词 : Fogelberg
	Tucson, Arizona
	Rising in the heat like a mirage
	Tony keeps his
	ChevyLike 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 city's 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
	BobbyNever made it back from
	VietnamWith high school well behind him
	He lives at home and works this shitty job
	And he thinks his '60
	ChevyIs 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
	HannaCame out from
	Louisiana for the sun
	A deal gone bad in
	DallasLeft her burned and broke and on the run
	To make the rent and groceries
	She takes this job at dollar 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 wellI haven't had no fun in so damn long"
	He picked her up at closing time
	They pulled out on the road 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
	MaryLying 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
	TonyWith 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

	zuo ci : Fogelberg
	Tucson, Arizona
	Rising in the heat like a mirage
	Tony keeps his
	ChevyLike 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 city' s 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
	BobbyNever made it back from
	VietnamWith high school well behind him
	He lives at home and works this shitty job
	And he thinks his ' 60
	ChevyIs 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
	HannaCame out from
	Louisiana for the sun
	A deal gone bad in
	DallasLeft her burned and broke and on the run
	To make the rent and groceries
	She takes this job at dollar 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 wellI haven' t had no fun in so damn long"
	He picked her up at closing time
	They pulled out on the road 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
	MaryLying 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
	TonyWith 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

	zuò cí : Fogelberg
	Tucson, Arizona
	Rising in the heat like a mirage
	Tony keeps his
	ChevyLike 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 city' s 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
	BobbyNever made it back from
	VietnamWith high school well behind him
	He lives at home and works this shitty job
	And he thinks his ' 60
	ChevyIs 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
	HannaCame out from
	Louisiana for the sun
	A deal gone bad in
	DallasLeft her burned and broke and on the run
	To make the rent and groceries
	She takes this job at dollar 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 wellI haven' t had no fun in so damn long"
	He picked her up at closing time
	They pulled out on the road 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
	MaryLying 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
	TonyWith 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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