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Дэниэл Фогельберг Дэниэл ФогельбергАмериканский музыкант, работал в таких направлениях как фолк, рок, джаз и блюз

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 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 he's 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

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 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.

Дэниэл Фогельберг

Tucson, Arizona (gazette) / Дэниэл Фогельберг

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