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The campus crowd was noisy as we waited for the show
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Everyone had come to see the king of rock and roll
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But when they pulled back the curtain one old man stepped out
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He climbed upon a stool and a hush fell upon the crowd
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He said folks I’m sorry but the star ain’t gonna show
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He missed the plane in Abilene and they said to let you know
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But they’ll give back your money anytime you want to leave
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Then he took out his old mouth harp and he wiped it on his sleeve
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He sang about the Mardi Gras some blues and love and war
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And how nobody takes the time to care much anymore
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He played that harp like it was part of that old guitar of his
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And truth was just a natural thing for the Arizona Whiz
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Then he sang a song of glory and how he’d fly away
C#7
Said thank you folks you sure been nice then he left the stage
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Though they only paid him 20 bucks that night the world was his
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Cause not a soul walked out the door on the Arizona Whiz
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He was old and he was wrinkled he was bent and he was broke
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In a pair of faded blue jeans with a scarf around his throat
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And he could sing a hurtin’ song like the memory was his
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You could almost see the scars on the Arizona Whiz
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Folks I’d like to say this song’s for you but to tell it like it is
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If you don’t mind this one’s for the Arizona Whiz