Letra de 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 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