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TUCSON

Written by Barry P. Foley

Copyright
© 18 September 2004
Final Version 16 Jan 2009

Picked her up in Tulsa, I was skipping town
She was waiting at a bus stop,  when she flagged me down
I asked where she was headed,  said she didn’t care
Her old man beat her,  there’s a better life out there

For the first 300 miles,  all I got was her name
I could see the marks on her face,  she sat quietly in shame
The sun was starting to fall,  I found a cheap motel
Said,“I’ll sleep on the couch“,  said „that’s just as well“

Runnin’ from your past, no matter what it may be
You can’t leave any tracks,  for others to see
That’s why I picked Tucson,  perfect hide away
No one there knew me, I think we’re safe to stay

Another day of driving, only stopping to eat
On the outskirts of Tucson,   we found a place to sleep
She invited me to her bed,  with the motion of her hand
Took off her wedding ring and laid it on the stand

Next morning she made coffee, said there something I’ve gotta tell
I was raised a good Christian girl, now I’m going straight to hell
Too many times he beat me, couldn’t take it anymore
So, I cut his throat and left him lying, in his blood on the floor

I pulled out of Tucson,  sometime before one
Can’t say where I’m headed, I’m just chasing the sun
All I can remember, the slamming of the door
She was crying and screaming, “I can’t take it anymore”

Runnin’ from the law, its a game you can’t win
She went down to the sheriff, turned herself in
I’m heading out of Tucson, just as fast as I flee
I don’t need Tucson, and Tucson; don’t need me
 

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