Tucson, Arizona (Gazette) Songtext / Lyric

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