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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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