| She left Oklahoma for California
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| Sunglasses on the brim of her hat
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| Smoke was pourin' from that old Cadillac
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| But she wasn’t turnin' back
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| Just outside of Flagstaff
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| Motor blew on her Coup De Ville
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| Just in time she saw a sign
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| There’s was a Texaco waitin' at the bottom of the hill
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| And she said
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me
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| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me
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| Must be angels I can’t see
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me, yeah
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| A boy about 20 climbed out of a truck
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| All covered in grease and dirt
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| She said, «Hey Charles,"but he just laughed
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| He said, «I'm wearin' my daddy’s shirt»
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| He stood there lost in her eyes
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| Then she got lost in his
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| As the years roll by
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| She would sigh everytime they kissed
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| And she’d say
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me
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| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me
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| Must be angels I can’t see
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me
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| Sometimes she stares out the window
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| And wonders about her Hollywood dreams
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| But when she tucks her kids in bed
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| She softly whispers as they fall asleep
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me
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| Somebody out there must be prayin' for me
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| Ain’t it funny how you find just what you need
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me
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| Somebody must be prayin' for me
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| Prayin' for me, yeah |