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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 *******
    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
  • 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 *******
    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