Wichita

Come to Wichita
Won't be there in forty days
This an evil land
Brings a devil's cloudTake a message
To abide in what you own
And there'll be no more
No more people singing
La la laIn 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 smilingThere by crook and fire
And the squatter's rights
Don't your cheek get sore
And your mouth get drySevens on your sleeve
Haven't counted days
Then he slouches home
To your loved one's gate
La la laIn 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 smilingWith my pockets torn
By a whirlwind
Man takes what it needs
Turns you inside outCome to Wichita
Won't be there in forty days
This an evil land
Brings a devil's plow
La la laIn 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