Tucson, Arizona (Gazette)

Tucson, Arizona
 Rising in the heat
 Like a mirage
 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 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 Bobby
 Never made it back
 From Vietnam
 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
 Come 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 as well
 I 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 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
 Home he never had