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This is transposed from the original version which is in Gm. [Intro] Am Am [Verse 1]
"BlacAmksmith, make a sDmword for Amme, such as noGne did ever sEmee, For aAmncient symCbols of majDmesty have pCower in trGoubled tiEmmes C D BlackAmsmith, mCake me a magicD sword, one tDhat will maEmke me the valley's Glord Whom fAmolk will haCil withDm one accoFrd to saCve them from their crimAmes. Em C G
[Verse 2]
AmSeeing he would Dmnot be deAmterred, the blacksmith tGook him at hiEms word AAmnd pondereCd long on wDmhat he'd heCard about Gthis woulEmd-be lord. He pumpedAm the firCe and he made Dhis start mDelted iEmron in the fire's Gheart, But he nAmamed the stCeel with an Dmolder Fart the CArizona AmSword. Am G
[Verse 3]
He cAmhanted Cwords to the Dmblazing Fmix, of aAmncient RCed Men's and GWhite Men's tAmricks To dAmraw a sCpirit, and purpDmose fix in wChat the blGade would Emfeel: The iAmron laCws from DNature's hDand, the ruDthless wFill of the deEsert lGand, C G The frAmeedom nCo one cDman command –F and cCast that thGought in sAmteel. G Am
[Verse 4]
And wAmhen the bClacksmith's wDmork was Fdone, the Amnew swoCrd gleGamed like the setting Esun. All dAmown the blade did the oDmld runes run, a warnCing plain to Emsee. The sAmteel was grCained like the fDinest wood. A fDull yFard long and mEmore it sGtood. The runeAms read: "FI serve Dmbut the Fgood of lFife and libAmerty." D Dm Am
[Verse 5]
AmNear the hCilt, set in Dmcopper wFire, a phFoenix rCose up fGrom the Empyre. A coAmpper sCtar witDmhin the fFire raCyed out cGopper cEmords. The gAmrip was like a saAguaro mDade that Dclasped a mFoon in qGmuartz and jGade. C G In trAmuth, like Dmto no Dother bFlade was the ACrizoGna SAmword. G Am
[Verse 6]
Am"Blacksmith,Cwell have ye sDmerved my cFause. FThis shall aCid me to mGake the Emlaws. Hmm, the Amguards are Cshaped like Dmcougar's pFaws; Fin truth, liCke nonGe I've sEmeen. The prAmice is steep, bDut I shall not carp. She'll sDing more pFraise than a minstrel's Gharp. Ye gAmods, that bFlade is rDmazor-Fsharp! ...For a sCymbol, Gvery Amkeen."E Am
[Verse 7]
"And Amcheap she'll bCe if I Dmstrike ye Fdead! " The Fblacksmith promptly tGurned anEmd fled. The lAmordling lCaughed and Dmshrugged inCstead, and Cwent out to mGeet his hEmorde. He crAmied out: "TChis is the Dmday foretFold. DmJust one Fhand now this Emland shall GholdC, G AmFor in this Csign will I Dmrule. BeFhold, the CArizGona SAmword."
[Verse 8]
Am"No more aCrgument shDmall we fFind, but Amall hereafCter shallG be inEmclined To juAmst one pCurpose and Dmjust one miCnd. CThus do I Gmean to Emdo. AmNow go ye fDorth, and take the Dmland. The sDmword heard Fwell his Efirst comGmand. C G She Amlunged and tCwisted inDm his hFand, and fCell, and rGan him thAmrough.
[Solo] G Am C G F Am C Em E A Am Em Dm C Em Am Em Dm F G C G Am C Dm F C G Am [Verse 9]
They Amsay the Csword vanished Dmclean Faway, for Amnone has Cheard of it siGnce that Emday, But sFeek it wiCsely, and find ye mDay. Take caCre, who woGuld be lEmord. BewarFe, ye Ctyrant! DBeware, ye fool! For wAmho is the Fmaster and Cwho the tGool? C G Ye Ammay well Cserve, but ye Dmshall not rFule the CArizGona AmSword C G
[Outro]
The CArizGona AmSword