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I'm sittin' on my suitcase underneath
this hip -hop tree
Wondering if where I am
is where I want to be
Is it too soon to question should
I go or should I stay?
Am I just another hazy who has a
chance to pass this way?
But I won't give up that easy
That's not the
Wichita way
Yeah, one thing I know for certain
It's not
Kansas anymore
And I didn't see no cornfields
when I opened up that door
When I said good morning, neighbor,
she just turned and walked away
So I just stood there shouting, honey,
have a real nice day
Somebody ought to tell her,
that's not the
Wichita way
Way back home in
Wichita, all the people say
You'll be right back home in
Wichita once the bright lights fade
Every night I dream of
Wichita, that's the price I pay
I'll show the world I ain't no quitter,
that's the
Wichita way
The
Wichita way
Oh, I used to watch the weather,
but it don't ever change
It's all cinder blocks and concrete,
and nobody prays for rain
It's a real nice place to visit,
but you would not want to stay
Everybody plans to disappear
before the next earthquake
Well, this crazy life they're living,
oh, it's not the
Wichita way
Way back home in
Wichita, all the people say
You'll be right back home in
Wichita once the bright lights fade
Every night I dream of
Wichita, that's the price I pay
I'll show the world I ain't no quitter,
that's the
Wichita way
The
Wichita way
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