Willcox, AZ

In Wilcox, AZ you get a front row seat

When the sun sets down somewhere over main street

You can stand there and watch the desert sun go down

Look any way you please, you still see the edge of town

On a slow Saturday evening

Nothing but a crow fussing and feeding

On a flat rabbit out on the highway

In Wilcox, AZ they’ve got a little general store

For the last six years they’ve run their ‘going out of business’ sale

It’ll bring that occasional tourist dollar in

Maybe sell them a pair of boots or a polished arrowhead