He came from the old religion But possessed no magic skill Descending from machinery He left nothing in his will The crops are failing The women wailing It’s in the paper at your feet Six months in Kansas City Down on Liberty Street
It was sad to see it That little lady going in Arrested for arson Once they’d asked her where she’d been Down on her knees Not even a breeze Another victim of the heat Six months in Kansas City Down on Liberty Street
Things sure don’t look too pretty Cause a man to rob and steal I got a full six more months out here Can’t be begging for my meals Now look here Baby Snooks Doesn’t matter what books You keep underneath your seat Six months in Kansas City Down on Liberty Street