Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 17:53:08 +0100 From: Cristian Leon Subject: f/fogelberg_dan/tucson_arizona.crd Tucson, Arizona Dan Fogelberg Intro: Am E Am E Am Tucson, Arizona F7+/C(X33210) Rising in the heat like a mirage Am Tony keeps his Chevy F7+/C C Like a virgin locked in his garage G He brings it out at midnight Dm Am G G G And cruises down the empty boulevards C G And he prowls the darkened alleys Dm Am G VI-3-1 E E7*(0XX434) That snake between the city's thirsty yards Am Am/G The lonely desert skies reflect Am/F# E the anger in his eyes Am E Am E 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 F E F E 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 F E F E F E Am F7+/C Am F7+/C Am F7+/C... home he never had.