Lyrics:
show and I'm a hero of the younger set
I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot
I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha,
Not caring what the neighbours might say
No longer having to hide
Wearing your badge openly with pride
Leaving Kansas City
Leaving the farm
Leaving
Kansas City with a friend of mine
We loved the women and we had a good time
Then the trouble started with the gun
Kansas City with a friend
Kansas City with a friend of mine
We loved the women and we had a good time
Then the trouble started with the gun
Kansas City with a friend of mine
and Tic-Tacs and mom's amphetamines
A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
February makes me kinda crazy
A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
Will you still
Kansas City, we're on our way to the top, coming for you
You know how we roll
You know how we roll
You know how we roll
You know how we roll
Get up,
Min oldefar drev bar i Kansas City,
Han reiste over there som emigrant.
Og jobbet dag og natt og var så flittig,
hvis jeg skal tro historien taler
I'm going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
I'm going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
They got a crazy way of loving there and I'm
to make you blue
But yesterday I got this letter
From the boy I loved before I ever knew you
Before I even knew you
And the train from Kansas city is
a perfect stranger who can find me
In the last light of the parking lot
Thank you, Kansas City girl
With your long hair tangled, your tattooed skin
And your
Yeah I got rich out in Kansas City (KCK)
Money in the air this ain't magic city
Yeah I'm riding dirty and the pack is with me
Yeah I'm riding
I'm going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
I'm going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
They got a crazy way of loving there and I'm gonna
to make you blue
But yesterday I got this letter
From the boy I loved before I ever knew you
Before I even knew you
And the train from Kansas city is
a-leavin' this mornin'
Goin' to Kansas City to bring Jim Jackson home.
Now well I used to drink and I'm gonna buy a gallon
I'm gonna find me my man I
and squeezed me and teased me,
Down old Missouri way.
Her name was Kitty, from Kansas City,
Sure was a pity she wasn't pretty,
Hey, Hey she's not hard
my time here waiting for your letter, working on an old junk car
Hoping that you read, this ad I'm running in the Kansas City Stars
A man can be
Ah, Kansas City
Gonna get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
I'm goin' to Kansas city
Gonna get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
Well, it's a long,
Ah, Kansas City
Gonna get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
I'm goin' to Kansas city
Gonna get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
Well, it's a long,
Goin' to, Kansas city
Gonna get my baby one time, hey, hey
Yes, Kansas City
Gonna get my baby one time, hey, hey
It's just
Ahhh, Kansas City, gonna get my way back home, all yeah, yeah
I'm gain' to Kansas City, gonna get my baby back home, ah yeah yeah.
Well it's a long
to Kansas City
Honey baby where they don't want you
Now they call me pretty papa the smallest guy in town
The women are crazy bout me but my good gal
some more we always save some
Art nouveau for special patrons
You look nice do you believe in jazz?
Kansas City to Brazil
It even gets you hot in
this mornin'
Goin' to Kansas City to bring Jim Jackson home.
Now well I used to drink and I'm gonna buy a gallon
I'm gonna find me my man I say, get
Ah, Kansas City
Coming to get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
I'm gonna Kansas city
Coming to get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
Well, it's
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