Wichita

Come to Wichita

Won't be there in forty days

This an evil land

Brings a devil's cloud

Take a massage

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 you cheek get sore?

And your mouth get dry

Sevens on your sleeve

Haven't counted days

Then he slouches home

To you loved ones get, 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