She must belong to San Francisco She must've lost her way Posting a poster of Poncho and Cisco one California day She says she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood And colors of green and grey And all you can do is laugh at her Doesn't anybody know how to pray?
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my Arizona, cut off your Indian braids Arizona, hey won't you go my way? Mmm, Strip off your pride You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint
Arizona, take off your hobo shoes Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
Follow me up to San Francisco I will be guide, your way I'll be the Count of Monte Cristo You'll be the Countess May And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood And rolling the ball in the hay And I will be reading you an Aesop's fable Anything to make you stay
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my Arizona, cut off your Indian braids Arizona, hey won't you go my way? Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my Arizona, get off your eight ball blues Arizona, hey won't you go my way? Come on, Arizona; take off your rainbow shadesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
