Cal Smith

Cal Smith

Arizona Whiz
Composição de (Max T. Barnes/Harlan Sanders)
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The campus crowd was noisy as we waited for the show 

                                              D7 
Everyone had come to see the king of rock and roll 

    G                                 C                   G 
But when they pulled back the curtain one old man stepped out 

                              D7                 G 
He climbed upon a stool and a hush fell upon the crowd 


G                               C                G 
He said folks I'm sorry but the star ain't gonna show 

                                                        D7 
He missed the plane in Abilene and they said to let you know 

    G                            C                   G 
But they'll give back your money anytime you want to leave 

                                        D7                 G 
Then he took out his old mouth harp and he wiped it on his sleeve 


   C                                                 G 
He sang about the Mardi Gras some blues and love and war 

    C                            G            D7 
And how nobody takes the time to care much anymore 

   C                                                       G 
He played that harp like it was part of that old guitar of his 

                                   D7              G 
And truth was just a natural thing for the Arizona Whiz 


G                            C                G 
Then he sang a song of glory and how he'd fly away 

                                                         D7 
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 

                                     D7             G 
Cause not a soul walked out the door on the Arizona Whiz 


       C                                              G 
He was old and he was wrinkled he was bent and he was broke 

     C                               G                D7 
In a pair of faded blue jeans with a scarf around his throat 

    C                                                G 
And he could sing a hurtin' song like the memory was his 
  
                               D7             G 
You could almost see the scars on the Arizona Whiz 


G                                         C                      G 
Folks I'd like to say this song's for you but to tell it like it is 

                                 D7          G 
If you don't mind this one's for the Arizona Whiz

Enviado por: Paulinha Araujo

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