(track 4 - time 3:52)

(frank vinci/kris bergsnes/bob moulds)



She left oklahoma for california

Sunglasses on the brim of her hat

Smoke was pourin' from that old cadillac

But she wasn't turnin' back

Just outside of flagstaff

Motor blew on her coup de ville

Just in time she saw a sign

There's was a texaco waitin' at the bottom of the hill

And she said



Somebody must be prayin' for me

Somebody out there must be prayin' for me

Must be angels i can't see

Somebody must be prayin' for me, yeah



A boy about 20 climbed out of a truck

All covered in grease and dirt

She said, hey charles, but he just laughed

He said, i'm wearin' my daddy's shirt

He stood there lost in her eyes

Then she got lost in his

As the years roll by

She would sigh everytime they kissed

And she'd say



Somebody must be prayin' for me

Somebody out there must be prayin' for me

Must be angels i can't see

Somebody must be prayin' for me



Sometimes she stares out the window

And wonders about her hollywood dreams

But when she tucks her kids in bed

She softly whispers as they fall asleep



Somebody must be prayin' for me

Somebody out there must be prayin' for me

Ain't it funny how you find just what you need

Somebody must be prayin' for me

Somebody must be prayin' for me

Prayin' for me, yeah


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