Kansas City
I hope you have fun at the party tonight
I'll be drinking that whiskey, maybe sipping Busch light
Doing just the things I like
Oh well, there you go
Never sold my soul to the old man below
Through the highs and the lows I love the ones who stood by me
If you're without or with me
I'll be drinking whiskey out in Kansas City
My God, girl, tonight you look so pretty
Wearing cowboy boots with some 501's
Oh, isn't that fitting
I'm a wild son of a gun I've been on the run
Smoking tobacco like I ain't got lungs
I'll be here with my boys till the party's done
When I leave out of here I don't know if you'll miss me
I know we have memories
I'll be going wherever the wind will send me
Do you think about me when you feel the sun or the pouring rain
Find me somewhere in between joy and pain
Till it all feels the same
Do not worry about what you cannot change
If you're without or with me
I'll be drinking whiskey out in Kansas City
My God, girl, tonight you look so pretty
Wearing cowboy boots with some 501's
Oh, isn't that fitting
I'm a wild son of a gun I've been on the run
Smoking tobacco like I ain't got lungs
I'll be here with my boys till the party's done
I'll be drinking that whiskey, maybe sipping Busch light
Doing just the things I like
Oh well, there you go
Never sold my soul to the old man below
Through the highs and the lows I love the ones who stood by me
If you're without or with me
I'll be drinking whiskey out in Kansas City
My God, girl, tonight you look so pretty
Wearing cowboy boots with some 501's
Oh, isn't that fitting
I'm a wild son of a gun I've been on the run
Smoking tobacco like I ain't got lungs
I'll be here with my boys till the party's done
When I leave out of here I don't know if you'll miss me
I know we have memories
I'll be going wherever the wind will send me
Do you think about me when you feel the sun or the pouring rain
Find me somewhere in between joy and pain
Till it all feels the same
Do not worry about what you cannot change
If you're without or with me
I'll be drinking whiskey out in Kansas City
My God, girl, tonight you look so pretty
Wearing cowboy boots with some 501's
Oh, isn't that fitting
I'm a wild son of a gun I've been on the run
Smoking tobacco like I ain't got lungs
I'll be here with my boys till the party's done
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Writer(s): Robert Reil
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