Letras
She must belong to San Francisco
She must have lost her way
Postin' a poster of Poncho and Cisco
One California day
She said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood
And colors of green and gray
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 ya go my way?
Mm, strip off your pride
You're acting like a teenybopper 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 ya go my way? (Mm)
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 rollin' the ball in the hay
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 ya go my way? Hey
Arizona, take off your hobo shoes
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my
Arizona, get off your 8-ball blues
Arizona, hey, won't ya go my way?
Come on, hey
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades (hey)
