E A E
The campus crowd was noisy as we waited for the show
B7
Everyone had come to see the king of rock and roll
E A E
But when they pulled back the curtain one old man stepped out
B7 E
He climbed upon a stool and a hush fell upon the crowd
E A E
He said folks I’m sorry but the star ain’t gonna show
B7
He missed the plane in Abilene and they said to let you know
E A E
But they’ll give back your money anytime you want to leave
B7 E
Then he took out his old mouth harp and he wiped it on his sleeve
A E
He sang about the Mardi Gras some blues and love and war
A E B7
And how nobody takes the time to care much anymore
A E
He played that harp like it was part of that old guitar of his
B7 E
And truth was just a natural thing for the Arizona Whiz
E A E
Then he sang a song of glory and how he’d fly away
B7
Said thank you folks you sure been nice then he left the stage
E A E
Though they only paid him 20 bucks that night the world was his
B7 E
Cause not a soul walked out the door on the Arizona Whiz
A E
He was old and he was wrinkled he was bent and he was broke
A E B7
In a pair of faded blue jeans with a scarf around his throat
A E
And he could sing a hurtin’ song like the memory was his
B7 E
You could almost see the scars on the Arizona Whiz
E A E
Folks I’d like to say this song’s for you but to tell it like it is
B7 E
If you don’t mind this one’s for the Arizona Whiz