I see by the papers that He came from the old religion but possessed no magic skill Descending from machinery, he left nothing from his will
Thank you for not helping me out For not treating me like a fool If you didn't lay me on a cold mattress at night I might be kicking more than your mule
Crops are failing, women are wailing
Six months in Kansas City (Can't find no room and board) Six months in Kansas City (What can lead to that kind of reward?) Six months in Kansas City (All my good friends in jail lost out) Six months in Kansas City (Some who ain't got no bail bust out) Six months in Kansas City But they find the track and make you come back Six months in Kansas City (Down on your knees, not even a breeze, ain't it a pity?) Six months in Kansas City
Well here now Baby Snooks It don't matter how many books you got underneath your thumb Descended from machinery You've got nothing left to come
Thank you for not helping me out For not treating me like a fool If you didn't lay me on a cold mattress at night I might be kicking more than your mule
Crops are failing, women are wailing
Six months in Kansas City (Woe! Can't be begging for no last meal) Six months in Kansas City (Cause a man to rob and steal) Six months in Kansas City (All my good friends confounded, indeed) Six months in Kansas City (Some lost and some drown and some turn to greed) Six months in Kansas City (Some wake one day and they've made them king) Six months in Kansas City (Make a man ready to do anything) Six months in Kansas City (Things sure don't look too pretty) Six months in Kansas City (Are you ready?) Six months in Kansas City (Are you ready?) Six months in Kansas City (Are ready to admit defeat) Six months in Kansas City (Take your place down on Liberty Street) Six months in Kansas City
Compositores: Robert Dylan (Bob Dylan), Costello Elvis ECAD: Obra #44395839