Walkin' in the Arizon Sun
Link wray
Mordicai Jones (now available on Wray's Three Track Shack)

A slow-paced country-esque song by Link Wray. It was covered by Rory Gallagher, who 
it "Tuscon, Arizona" on his 1973 alum "Tattoo". Hope this tab helps.

Intro

   Eb  Ebmaj7/D  Eb      Cm      Ab     Bb
e|----6------------6-3-----------------------------|
B|-8---8--8------8-----6-4---6-4-4--6-4-6---8-6-8--|
G|-8------7------8-------5-------5------7-------8--|
D|-8------8------8-------5-------6------8-------8--|
A|-6------5------6-------3-------6------8-------6--|
E|-------------------------------4------6----------|

Main Riff with slide riff

    Eb   Ebmaj7/D Cm     Gm     Ab     Bb     Eb     Eb
|----------------------------------------------------------|
|---8-8----8-8----4-4----3-3----4-4----6-6----8-8----8-8---|
|---8-8----7-7----5-5----3-3----5-5----7-7----8-8----8-8---|
|---8-8----8-8----5-5----5-5----6-6----8-8----8-8----8-8---|
|-6-6-6--5-5-5--3-3-3----5-5----6-6----8-8--6-6-6--6-6-6---|
|----------------------3-3-3--4-4-4--6-6-6-----------------|
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|Slide Riff (based on Eb major scale)
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|-11-----10-----8------------------------------------------|
|-------------------11-8-----------------------------------|
|-----------------------------8------10-----8--------------|
|----------------------------------------------------------|
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Eb          Ebmaj7/D  Cm     Gm     Ab          Bb        Eb      Eb
I can see a painting, on the wall, mixtures of different colors

Eb       Ebmaj7/D  Cm        Gm        Ab           Bb       Eb    Eb
I've been walking, in the Arizona sun, slow walking peace of mind


The cactus blooms, the sand dunes, no city lights
I can see for miles, my mind goes on forever
The sun goes to bed, making the sky fiery red,
and each step I go to heaven

All is good, all is nice, and all is well
But when I turn, I see my fellow man
Fighting in the city streets, and dying where they dwell,
And each step brings them closer to hell

(main riff with slide)

All is good, all is nice, and all is well
But when I turn, I see my fellow man
Fighting in the city streets, and dying where they dwell,
And each step takes them closer to hell

(main riff and slide improv)

I can see a painting on the wall,
Mixtures of different colors