Arizona Star

Heat waves dancing atop the freshly laid pavement Sun burning up skin and crimping our eyes Flies trying to get in, but I can't save them Poor little guys can't event realize Let me welcome everybody to the wild southwest A state where Wyatt Earp made history Cities named after the end stone of our mess Birdcage Theatre forever filled with mystery Grand Canyons, red rocks, and cacti for days Amerindian patches etched on the walls Remembering the place my ancestors stayed Walk out to go in and hear bald eagles call Welcome one and all to the place with rays of gold With one star on our flag, your knowledge is sold The legendary land which until seen can only be told Like our people, the state which can never be cold