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She left Oklahoma for California |
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Sunglasses on the brim of her hat |
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Smoke was pourin' from that old Cadillac |
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But she wasn't turnin' back |
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Just outside of Flagstaff |
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Motor blew on her Coup De Ville |
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Just in time she saw a sign there's was a Texaco |
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Waitin' at the bottom of the hill |
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And she said |
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"Somebody must be prayin' for me |
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Somebody out there must be prayin' for me |
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Must be angels I can't see |
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Somebody must be prayin' for me, yeah" |
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A boy about 20 climbed out of a truck |
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All covered in grease and dirt |
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She said, "Hey Charles", but he just laughed |
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He said, "I'm wearin' my daddy's shirt" |
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He stood there lost in her eyes |
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Then she got lost in his |
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As the years roll by |
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She would sigh every time they kissed |
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And she'd say |
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"Somebody must be prayin' for me |
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Somebody out there must be prayin' for me |
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Must be angels I can't see |
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Somebody must be prayin' for me" |
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Sometimes she stares out the window |
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And wonders about her Hollywood dreams |
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But when she tucks her kids in bed |
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She softly whispers as they fall asleep |
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"Somebody must be prayin' for me |
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Somebody out there must be prayin' for me |
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Ain't it funny how you always find just what you need |
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Somebody must be prayin' for me" |
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Yeah, somebody must be prayin' for me |
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Prayin' for me, yeah |
