Album: 4th Street Feeling (2012)

Kansas City

I got my old man's Delta 88
The window's cracked,I'm on the interstate
Just 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 City
February makes me kind of crazy
100 miles to go to Kansas City
Will you still be calling me your baby?

I met a man in a diner outside of Hays
he said marriage brought him there,
it was divorce that made him stay.
I drove straight through to junction city
I thought I'd call you in Topeka, but I didn't want the pity.

100 miles to go to Kansas City
February makes me kind of crazy
100 miles to go to Kansas City
Will you still be calling me your baby?

Feels like I've been thrown into the slammer
With a back end of a hammer
Drawn over my strings
Living became needing
My crying became bleeding
And now I am only dreaming.

100 miles to go to kansas city
February makes me kind of crazy
100 miles to go to kansas city
Will you still be calling me your baby?

Oh will you still be calling me