Lyrics:
to Kansas City (Choir only)
Thank you Man (Van)
You know the way to Kansas City
Sing it (Van)
You know the way to Kansas City (Van and choir)
Hit it
summer, summer time is here
Yes, it's summer, my time of year
In Atlantic City or out in Malibu
Or anywhere between, I'm telling you
When you feel those
the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With
musicians tryin' to get a start
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Stretched
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With
farm
And said goodbye to friends we'll miss and fields of golden corn
In our search for city life where pay is big and jobs are fine
Sixteen years
the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With
a year and a half before
The fire chief's out and he's raising cain
Brands Happyland hazzard close down but no.
No-one ever paid him no mind..
No-one
of a plan
I remember, damn, me, and my man inside of this Sprinter van
Two hundred a night, end of 2010
Stayin' up in every city's Holiday Inn
If it
on the village green when I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs
With
I've been here for fifteen years
I'm bored to tears, there's nothing left to do
This town is heaven sent but better when
I'm face down under you
Well Johnson Van Dyke Grigsby was paroled in '89
He never walked on a carpet never tasted dinner wine
His old eyes were slowly fadin' as he walked
moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely
moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely
of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through
of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls
Who lived upstairs
With all
to come)
Catch your breath, walk this way (city's on fire, holding up lighters)
No regrets on New Year's Day (raising them higher, we've only begun)
We
this shit
City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city
from, them .22s more patriotic than pie
New year, shoot up the sky
Shooters boot up and ride
Po-pos show up and fire
No, there's nowhere to hide
the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam undimmed by human tears
America, America, God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
We walk on every city street
We walk in lanes where branches meet
And stars send down their blessings from the blue
We go through storms of doubt
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