Kansas City
I got my old man's Delta 88The window's cracked,I'm on the interstateJust 100 miles to go on a half a tank of gasoline.Lucky charms and tic-tacs, and mom's amphetamines.
100 miles to go to Kansas CityFebruary makes me kind of crazy100 miles to go to Kansas CityWill you still be calling me your baby?
I met a man in a diner outside of Hayshe said marriage brought him there,it was divorce that made him stay.I drove straight through to junction cityI thought I'd call you in Topeka, but I didn't want the pity.
100 miles to go to Kansas CityFebruary makes me kind of crazy100 miles to go to Kansas CityWill you still be calling me your baby?
Feels like I've been thrown into the slammerWith a back end of a hammerDrawn over my stringsLiving became needingMy crying became bleedingAnd now I am only dreaming.
100 miles to go to kansas cityFebruary makes me kind of crazy100 miles to go to kansas cityWill you still be calling me your baby?
Oh will you still be calling me