Come with me,
if you want to go to Kansas City.
I'm feeling lowdown and blue,
my heart's full of sorrow.
Don't hardly know what to do.
Where will i be tomorrow?
Going to Kansas City
want to go too?
No, you can't make it with me.
Going to Kansas City,
sorry that i can't take you.
When you see me coming,
raise your window high.
When you see me leaving, baby,
hang your head and cry.
I'm afraid there's nothing in this cream, this dreamy town
a honky-tonky monkey-woman can do.
She'd only bring herself down.
So long everybody!
The time has come
and i must leave you.
So if i don't ever see your smiling face again:
make a promise you'll remember
like a Christmas Day in december
that i told you
all through thick and thin
on up untill the end
Parker's been your friend.
Don't hang your head
when you see, when you see those sic pretty horses pulling me
put a twenty dollar silver-piece on my watchchain,
look at the smile on my face,
and sing a little song,
to let the world know i'm really free.
Don't cry for me,
'cause i'm going to Kansas City.
Come with me
if you want to go to Kansas City.
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