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 Blackstaff
Motor blew on her Coupe Deville
Just in time she saw a sign
There 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 'bout twenty climbed out of a truck
All covered in grease and dirt
She said "Hey Charles" but he just laughed
And said "I'm wearin' my daddy's shirt"
He stood there lost in her eyes
And she got lost in his
As the years roll by she would sigh
Every time they kiss

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 always 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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Writer(s): BOB MOULDS, FRANK VINCI, KRIS BERGSNES