Come to Wichita 
Won't be there in 40 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 squatters rights 
Don't your cheek get sore 
And you mouth get dry 
Sevens on your sleeve 
Haven't counted days 
Then he slouches home 
To you loved ones gate 

With my pockets torn 
By a whirlwind 
Man takes what it needs 
Turns you inside out 

Come to Wichita 
Won't be there in 40 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