The campus crowd[G] was noisy as we waited for th[C]e show[G]
Everyone had come to see the king of rock and [D7]roll
But [G]when they pulled back the curtain [C]one old man stepped [G]out
He climbed upon a stool and a [D7]hush fell upon the [G]crowd
[G]He said folks I'm sorry but th[C]e star ain't go[G]nna show
He missed the plane in Abilene and they said to let you [D7]know
But [G]they'll give back your mone[C]y anytime you want t[G]o leave
Then he took out his old mouth harp and [D7]he wiped it on his [G]sleeve
He [C]sang about the Mardi Gras some blues and love and [G]war
And [C]how nobody takes the time to [G]care much any[D7]more
He [C]played that harp like it was part of that old guitar of [G]his
And truth was just a natural thing [D7]for the Arizona [G]Whiz
[G]Then he sang a song of glory [C]and how he'd fl[G]y away
Said thank you folks you sure been nice then he left the [D7]stage
[G]Though they only paid him 20 bucks that [C]night the world was [G]his
Cause not a soul walked out the door [D7]on the Arizona [G]Whiz
He was [C]old and he was wrinkled he was bent and he was [G]broke
In a [C]pair of faded blue jeans with a [G]scarf around his [D7]throat
And [C]he could sing a hurtin' song like the memory wa[G]s his
You could almost see the scars [D7]on the Arizona [G]Whiz
[G]Folks I'd like to say this song's for [C]you but to tell it like[G] it is
If you don't mind this one's [D7]for the Ariz[G]ona Whiz
Everyone had come to see the king of rock and [D7]roll
But [G]when they pulled back the curtain [C]one old man stepped [G]out
He climbed upon a stool and a [D7]hush fell upon the [G]crowd
[G]He said folks I'm sorry but th[C]e star ain't go[G]nna show
He missed the plane in Abilene and they said to let you [D7]know
But [G]they'll give back your mone[C]y anytime you want t[G]o leave
Then he took out his old mouth harp and [D7]he wiped it on his [G]sleeve
He [C]sang about the Mardi Gras some blues and love and [G]war
And [C]how nobody takes the time to [G]care much any[D7]more
He [C]played that harp like it was part of that old guitar of [G]his
And truth was just a natural thing [D7]for the Arizona [G]Whiz
[G]Then he sang a song of glory [C]and how he'd fl[G]y away
Said thank you folks you sure been nice then he left the [D7]stage
[G]Though they only paid him 20 bucks that [C]night the world was [G]his
Cause not a soul walked out the door [D7]on the Arizona [G]Whiz
He was [C]old and he was wrinkled he was bent and he was [G]broke
In a [C]pair of faded blue jeans with a [G]scarf around his [D7]throat
And [C]he could sing a hurtin' song like the memory wa[G]s his
You could almost see the scars [D7]on the Arizona [G]Whiz
[G]Folks I'd like to say this song's for [C]you but to tell it like[G] it is
If you don't mind this one's [D7]for the Ariz[G]ona Whiz
