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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