I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,

Don't want to feel you Don't want you on my mind You think I would mind Oh, you think I, oh I finally found what went wrong I finally found the wrong in you On my mind, on my mind Mind, mind, you think I would Mind, you think I would, mind

Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) Go, go, go, go, go From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo) 500K just to host (5) The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (go) Go, go (skrrt) go, go (skrrt) Serve me a brick at the store (brick) lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq) Go,

Get down and dirty I know you heard me (Everybody get down) Yeah, if we only got one night Forget about the world outside Put your hands up real high I'm tasty, delicious, I'm rough around the edges My mind is obsessive, my flex is aggressive Glad I

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Don't you worry girl You know that I'm coming back for you I'll be back for you So you better wait up Keeping the bed warm for me All night putting your whisper on me Coming back for you, yeah When you close your eyes

He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah We are all free now What noisy cats are we? Night wings, or hair chains? Long, low time ago, people talk to me The whiskey is water, the water is wine Girl and dog, he bore his cross A long, low time ago People talk to me

Talking about hard drugs Dem still want more It's gonna let a lot of dem search the floor De more dem get it More and more De more dem get it Ah Ah de more dem want it Some will even try to take his fathers life yes

That's were I'm from Cowboy town Dirt, Mud, and Dust Bibles and Beer Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground. Hard times, High winds can't bring us down In cowboy town, yeah cowboy town We wear our boots to dinner