Six Months in Kansas City (Liberty Street) Songtext
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Six Months in Kansas City (Liberty Street) Songtext
I see by the papers that
he came from the old religion
but possessed no magic skill
decontrolling from machinery
he left nothing in his will
Thank you for not helping me out
For not treating me like a fool
if he didn′t lay me
on a cold mattress at night
I might be kicking more then your muse
crops are failing
Women are wailing
6 months in Kansas City (woe! can't find no room and bread)
6 months in Kansas City (what kind of reward)
6 months in Kansas City (all my good friends in jail lost out)
6 months in Kansas City(some who ain′t got me trade just out)
6 months in Kansas City (but they all try to make you come back)
6 months in Kansas City (down on my knees, not even a breeze, ain't it a pity)
6 months in Kansas City
Now loots have Baby Snooks
Don't matter how many looks
you got underneath your thumb
decontrolling from machinery
he left nothing in his will
Thank you for not helping me out
For not treating me like a fool
if he didn′t lay me
on a cold mattress at night
I might be kicking more then your muse
crops are failing
Women are wailing
6 months in Kansas City (Woe! can′t be begging for no last meal)
6 months in Kansas City (cause 2 men to rob and steal)
6 months in Kansas City (all my good friends con founded, indeed)
6 months in Kansas City (some lost and some drown and some turn to greed)
6 months in Kansas City (I might even do the some thing)
6 months in Kansas City (make a man ready do to anything)
6 months in Kansas City (are you ready)
6 months in Kansas City (are you ready)
6 months in Kansas City (are you ready to admit defeat)
6 months in Kansas City (6 months in Kansas City, whoo)
6 months in Kansas City
he came from the old religion
but possessed no magic skill
decontrolling from machinery
he left nothing in his will
Thank you for not helping me out
For not treating me like a fool
if he didn′t lay me
on a cold mattress at night
I might be kicking more then your muse
crops are failing
Women are wailing
6 months in Kansas City (woe! can't find no room and bread)
6 months in Kansas City (what kind of reward)
6 months in Kansas City (all my good friends in jail lost out)
6 months in Kansas City(some who ain′t got me trade just out)
6 months in Kansas City (but they all try to make you come back)
6 months in Kansas City (down on my knees, not even a breeze, ain't it a pity)
6 months in Kansas City
Now loots have Baby Snooks
Don't matter how many looks
you got underneath your thumb
decontrolling from machinery
he left nothing in his will
Thank you for not helping me out
For not treating me like a fool
if he didn′t lay me
on a cold mattress at night
I might be kicking more then your muse
crops are failing
Women are wailing
6 months in Kansas City (Woe! can′t be begging for no last meal)
6 months in Kansas City (cause 2 men to rob and steal)
6 months in Kansas City (all my good friends con founded, indeed)
6 months in Kansas City (some lost and some drown and some turn to greed)
6 months in Kansas City (I might even do the some thing)
6 months in Kansas City (make a man ready do to anything)
6 months in Kansas City (are you ready)
6 months in Kansas City (are you ready)
6 months in Kansas City (are you ready to admit defeat)
6 months in Kansas City (6 months in Kansas City, whoo)
6 months in Kansas City
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