Wichita Lyrics by Jayhawks
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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

There by crook and fire
And the squatter's rights
Don't your cheek get sore
And your 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

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 plow
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
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