Kansas City Blues

Jim Jackson

Woke up this morning, feeling bad,
Thought about the good times I once have had;
When I lived in Kansas City, when I lived in Kansas City,
I'm gonna move, baby, where I know they don't know you.

My mama told me, papa told me too,
Brown men and hard liquor gonna be the death of you.
I'm gonna move to Kansas City, I'm gonna move to Kansas City,
Gonna move, baby, where I know they don't know you.

I've got me a bulldog, shepherd, two grey hounds,
Two high yellows, three blacks and one good brown;
We're gonna move to Kansas City, we're gonna move to Kansas City,
We're gonna move, baby, where I know they don't know you.

T stands for Texas, T for Tennesse,
Boll weevil's got Mississippi, an' the men are after me.
I'm gonna move to Kansas City, I'm gonna move to Kansas City,
I'm gonna move, baby, where I know they don't know you.

It takes a rockin' chair to rock, rubber ball to roll,
It takes a brown-skin man to satisfy my soul.
I'm gonna move to Kansas City, I'm gonna move to Kansas City,
Gonna move, baby, where I know they don't know you.

I love you, baby, gonna tell no lie,
The day you quit me, that's the day you'll die.
We're gonna move to Kansas City, we're gonna move to Kansas City,
We're gonna move, baby, where I know they don't know you.