Letra de ' Kansas City Blues (Parts 1 & 2) ' de Jim Jackson

I woke up this morning
Feelin’ bad
Thought about the good times
I once have had

I’m gonna move to Kansas City
I’m gonna move to Kansas City
I’m gonna move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

My mother told me
Daddy told me too
Everybody grins in your face son
Ain’t no friend to you

You oughta move to Kansas City
You oughta move to Kansas City
You oughta move to Kansas City, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

I’ve got me a bulldog
Shepherd and two greyhounds
Two high yellas
Three blacks and one brown

We gonna move to Kansas City
We gonna move to Kansas City
We gonna move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

It takes a rockin’ chair to rock
A rubber ball to roll
Nice lookin’ teasin’ brown
To satisfy my soul

Then I’ll move to Kansas City
Then I’ll move to Kansas City
I’m gonna move to Kansas City, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

T is for Texas
T’s for Tennessee
Boll weevil’s got the Mississippi and
The women wants me

I’m gonna move to Kansas City
I’m gonna move to Kansas City
I’m gonna move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

You can always tell
When your good girl wanta flirt
Wanta pair
Red slippers to match that old matchin’ skirt

Then she’ll move to Kansas City
Then she’ll move to Kansas City
Then she’ll move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

I was first on Main Street, started down Beale
I'se lookin’ for the woman they call Lucille

She done moved to Kansas City
She done moved to Kansas City
She done moved, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

The Mississippi river
So long, deep, and wide
I can see my good gal
Standin’ on the other side

She done moved to Kansas City
She done moved to Kansas City
She done moved, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

I left off o’ Beale Street
Started down Vance
I’m lookin’ for the woman
They call Lizzie Mance

She done moved to Kansas City
She done moved to Kansas City
She done moved, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

If you don’t like my peaches
Don’t shake my tree
I ain’t after your woman, man
She’s after me

We gonna move to Kansas City
We gonna move to Kansas City
We gonna move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

I’ve got one girl in Texas
And two in Tennessee
But the women here in this town, Lord
Takes on over me

We gonna move to Kansas City
We gonna move to Kansas City
We gonna move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you

I’m gonna tell all o’ you men
What we mustn’t do
Don’t never love one woman like
She says she loves you
She’ll call you honey
And she’ll call you pie
She’ll let things get a-loose, lord
On the sly

Then she’ll move to Kansas City
Then she’ll move to Kansas City
Then she’ll move, baby
Honey where they don’t ‘low you