Lyrics:
Chicago wind
Some Kansas wheat fields I'd love to see again
But the fireflies play where the cattails grow
And them southern girls, they talk nice and slow
or just thump your freak
I come to your town, I'm not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think I'm faking, but I'll call
We only got
Kansas City loves me
Somebody is waiting by the telephone
Somebody in Kansas City loves me
Somebody is waiting too all alone
Hey,
Now listen
I?m a figure
I'd like to dream, I'd like to fall asleep tonight
I'd like to forget, I'll kill the telephone at night
Can't help the way I am
Obsessive
You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Wichita
Gotta get back to Kansas
Or at least southern
plowed away the day on an old John Deere
I said "Boy let me warn you
In southern California, there's some fast trains here"
You're not in Kansas
plowed away the day on an old John Deere
I said "Boy let me warn you
In southern California, there's some fast trains here"
You're not in Kansas
connection,
I can hardly hear you
But look, buddy,
Can you please get that stuff up to my room in a hurry?
I'm so hungry
We shall send it up by the southern
When I was a young boy evening sun went down
Stand off by the railroad tracks
And I'd listen for the sound
Of that Kansas City Southern man
When I was a young boy evening sun went down
Stand off by the railroad tracks
And I'd listen for the sound
Of that Kansas City Southern man
When I was a young man, and the evening sun went down
I'd walk along those railroad tracks and I'd listen for that sound
Kansas City Southern
of the southern sea.
I will be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.
When I am a rider, I'll ride up to Tempico.
No telephones
Honey, your
nights
Southern California heat
Kansas, rolling fields of wheat
Donu0027t know where Iu0027m going,
And itu0027s too hard to say,
All I know is this trip
As he plowed away the day on an old John Deere
I said "Boy let me warn you
In southern California there's some fast trains here"
You're not in Kansas
the hollerin' Kentucky
Get ya flippin' kinda trippy like a Mississippi hippie
She's a Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, undercover lover
Thick southern
Doo, da, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, da, doo, doo, doo
There's a southern bell telephone company in our town
Every afternoon I'm right there hangin'
Southern Finney county
It's been some years without me
Sublet is where
I bore my name
The wind blows all directions
Jetmore to Protection
Dodge
a Mississippi hippie
Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, undercover lover
Thick southern drawl, sexy swin' and walk
Brother she's all
Country (shoot),
Will:
I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y
By Sattidy I larned a thing or two
'Coz up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modren world was comin'
I got to Kansas City on a Firday
By Saturday I learned a thing or two
Cuz up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modern world was comin' to!
I
ride this road forever
On that endless Kansas skyline
She calls me on the telephone
Just to tell me we're not speaking
Well I guess I said too much
Cuz I
of the southern sea.
Mmm, I'll be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.
When I am a rider, I'll ride up to tempico.
Ohh, don't telephone honey,
arrived as a child they promised that I'd leave a man
Phoenix, Arizona; Memphis, Tennessee
Southern California, Washington DC
I gotta go, a whole world
Salina, I'm as nowhere as I can be
Could you add some somewhere to me
Ah Kansas, I'm kneeling, ah Kansas, please
Cleveland, I ain't never felt
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