Arizona

A She must belong to San Francisco..she must have lost her way. D A postin’ a poster of Pancho and Cisco, one California day. D She said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood and colours of green and gray. Bb A And all you can do is laugh at her..doesn't anybody know how to pray? D G A D Ari..zona, take off your rainbow shades. D G A D Ari..zona, have another look at the world..my, my. D G A D Ari..zona, cut off your Indian braids. D G A D Ari..zona, hey, won't you go my way? C G Mmmm..strip off your pride, you’re acting like a D teeny-bopper runaway child. C G And scrape off the paint from the face of a little A town saint. D G A D Ari..zona, take off your hobo shoes. D G A D Ari..zona, hey, won't you go my way? A Follow me up to San Francisco, I will guide your way. D A I'll be the Count of Monte Cristo, you'll be the Countess May. D And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood and rolling the ball in the hay. Bb And I will be reading you an Aesop's Fable. A A7 anything to make you stay-yay-yay. D G A D Ari..zona, take off your rainbow shades. D G A D Ari..zona, have another look at the world..my, my. D G A D Ari..zona, cut off your Indian braids. D G A D Ari..zona, hey, won't you go my way? D G A D Hey! Ari..zona, take off your hobo shoes. D G A D Ari..zona, have another look at the world..my, my. D G A D Ari..zona, get off your 8-ball blues. D G A D Ari..zona, hey, won't you go my way? D G A D Come on, hey, Arizona, take off your rainbow shades. D G A D Ari..zona, hey, won't you go my way?...(Fade.) A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.