Wichita - The Jayhawks

Come to Wichita

Won’t be there in forty days

This, an evil land

Brings a devil’s cloud

Take a message

To abide in what you own

And there’ll be no more

No more people singing

La la la

In one morning, you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

No more people singing, «La la la»

In one morning, you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

Where the fields are smiling, ooh

There by crook and fire

And the squatter’s rights

Don’t your cheek get sore

And you mouth get dry?

Sevens on your sleeve

Haven’t counted days

Then he slouches home

To your loved one’s gate

La la la

In one morning, you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

No more people singing, «La la la»

In one morning, you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

Where the fields are smiling, ooh

With my pockets torn

By a whirlwind

Man takes what it needs

Turns you inside-out

Come to Wichita

Won’t be there in forty days

This, an evil land

Brings a devil’s cloud

La la la

In one morning, you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

No more people singing, «La la la»

In one morning, you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

Where the fields are smiling, ooh