Come to Wichita

Won't be there in forty days

This an evil land

Brings a devil's cloud

Take a message

To abide in what you own

And there'll be no more

No more people singing

La la la

In one morning you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

No more people singing, la la la

In one morning you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

Where the fields are smiling

There by crook and fire

And the squatter's rights

Don't your cheek get sore

And your mouth get dry

Sevens on your sleeve

Haven't counted days

Then he slouches home

To your loved one's gate

La la la

In one morning you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

No more people singing, la la la

In one morning you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

Where the fields are smiling

With my pockets torn

By a whirlwind

Man takes what it needs

Turns you inside out

Come to Wichita

Won't be there in forty days

This an evil land

Brings a devil's plow

La la la

In one morning you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

No more people singing, la la la

In one morning you will be mine

Where the fields are smiling

Where the fields are smiling