Come to Wichita Won't be there in forty days This an evil land Brings a devil's cloud Take a message 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 There by crook and fire And the squatter's rights Don't your cheek get sore And your mouth get dry Sevens on your sleeve Haven't counted days Then he slouches home To your loved one's gate 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 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 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 © WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; THIRD WHEEL MUSIC; PEDAL BLUE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com