Wichita Paroles

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
Oooooo...

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 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
Oooooo...

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
Oooooo...