Kansas


Kansas, Kansas
There's nothin' to do
'Cept pick at yur shoe
After you walk thru
A field with cow dooh

Kansas, Kansas
Yur so far away
I wish I could stay
N maybe git to play
In a pile of hay

March 25th, 2004. Sarah Russell.

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