My name is Cora Lee
I just turned twelve years old
There's something wrong with me
That's what the doctor told my mama
On the rainy Kansas night when I was born
My mama cursed the doctor
And the doctor cursed the storm
And my daddy took the bus to Arkansas
One way from Wichita
I may not know too much
I may not be too smart
There may be something wrong
With my head, but not my heart
I got a little sister
She's not dumb like me
And I don't want her seeing things
She don't need to see
Like some of the things I saw
They night in Wichita
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
My mama sleeps a lot
She leaves the TV on
You bring some groceries by
And take anything you want
You took it from my mama
Now you're taking it from me
But you touch my little sister, mister
Then you're gonna see
There's worse things than running from the law
Here in Wichita
I could've called the cops
And told 'em what you did
But who's gonna listen to
A story from a stupid kid
Mama always told me
If you want something done
You do it for yourself
And so I loaded up her gun
And I was steady on the draw
That night in Wichita
Yeah, I hope I was the last thing that you saw
That night in Wichita
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
