Arizona Whiz

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The campus crowd was noisy as we 
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waited for the show
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Everyone had come to see the king 
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of rock and roll
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But when they pulled back the 
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curtain one old man stepped out
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He climbed upon a stool and a hush
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 fell on the crowd


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Folks he said I’m sorry but the 
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star ain’t gonna show
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He missed the plane in Abilene and 
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they said to let you know
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But they’ll give back your money 
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anytime you wanna leave
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Then he took out his old mouth harp
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 and he wiped it on his sleeve


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He sang about the Mardi Gras, some 
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blues and love and war
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And how nobody takes the time to 
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care much anymore
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He played that harp like it was 
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part of that old guitar of his
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And truth was just a natural thing 
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for the Arizona Whiz


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Then he sang a song of glory and 
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how he’d fly away
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Said thank you folks you sure been 
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nice, then he left the stage
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Though they only paid him 20 bucks 
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that night the world was his
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Cause not a soul walked out the 
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door on the Arizona Whiz


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He was old and he was wrinkled, he 
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was bent and he was broke
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In a pair of faded blue jeans with 
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a scarf around his throat
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And he could sing a hurtin’ song 
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like the memory was his
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You could almost see the scars on 
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the Arizona Whiz


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Folks I’d like to say this song’s 
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for you but to tell it like it is
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If you don’t mind this one’s for 
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the Arizona Whiz