Arizona (Album track)

High on the Conino plateau
Here is Flagstaff Arizona
Oak creek with its painted mesas
In the east the painted deserts
Smell of pine pervades, perfuses
Red Conino sandstone houses
Dudes kick spurs and drink cool beer
While Mexicans and blacks cut timber

Walking though Arizona
Spending a year on my own
Leaving an old world behind me
Finding pleasure in being alone

Walnut canyon fades behind
Along the highway 89
Finding Mormon homes in Pine Creek
Houses scarred, reserved and lonely
Little people water orchards
Tending animals roaming free
Ignoring tourists in the summer
Ignoring hunters in the fall

Walking though Arizona
Spending a year on my own
Leaving an old world behind me
Finding pleasure in being alone

Tonto natural bridge approaches
Travertine fills pine creek canyon
Payson on the frontier still
Low grade rodeos and cowboys
Rye and Maztal, Tonto basin
Roosevelt Lake provides the ending
Little town that serves the water
Below the waves the settlers crossing

Walking though Arizona
Spending a year on my own
Leaving an old world behind me
Finding pleasure in being alone

Walking though Arizona
Spending a year on my own
Leaving an old world behind me
Finding pleasure in being alone