Kansas - The Wolfgang Press

Who shot him in the back — peacetime

Who took him by surprise — tippy toes

You can’t bury that door 3 times

Hide my eyes 4 times

I’m gonna sink my teeth into KANSAS

I reach a higher plain

When I speak so slow and hardly breath

They’re gonna run out of shapes

When they fetch my family

I I must confess I’m gonna see that man again

I’m gonna turn back the clock and set the foot in KANSAS

I’m gonna KANSAS

I’m gonna shoot him by the clock — peace

I’m gonna shoot him in the legs — peace

You’re gonna bury that door — meantime

You’re gonna pick him off the floor 3 times

I I I’m a man and I I I’m alive

I I must confess I’m gonna carry that man

I’m gonna shake him by the hand

I’m gonna sleep in foreign lands

I’m gonna turn back the clock

I’m gonna KANSAS in the spring

You know I’m gonna KANSAS