Think I Am In Arizona

That old mercury is a risin The shade is a boiling if there is any The Sun is barren down The snakes are shedding their skin Heat strokes are many Melting down in this old town A cold beer sure would be nice Sure would be a cure Thank God the cactus don't drink Around here no one has the price We all know that for sure And it is too damn hot to think It is too hot here, most cannot take it So the Devil went home for a holiday And what am I doing here? Yes Sir, old Satan just up and quit Sure wish I had that last beer The lizards are sweatin The buzzards are to thirsty to fly I am hung over, but think her name was Rosa And don't think that it was a sin But I am not sure just why Don't have a map, but think I am in Arizona