Spoken:
You know there are long forgotten tunes, made about different cities, but the one I like best is the one about Kansas City. The first I remember hearing was Kansas City by Jim Jackson, goes something like this:
Now I was first on main Street, again Beale, I was looking for a gal they call Lucille
She done moved to Kansas city, sure as you're born
She done moved to Kansas city, sure as you're born
She done moved to Kansas city, honey where they don't allow you
Now I went down on Main street, I turned on Beale
I was looking for gal they call Lucille
She done moved to Kansas city, sure as you're born
She done moved to Kansas city, sure as you're born
She done moved to Kansas city, honey where they don't allow you
It takes a rocking chair to rock, a rubber ball to roll
A brown skin woman to satisfy my soul
She done moved to Kansas city, sure as you're born
She done moved to Kansas city, sure as you're born
She done moved to Kansas city, honey where they don't allow you
Now I 've got a woman, I've got a bull dog too
My woman don't love me, but my bull dog too
I've got to move to Kansas city, sure as you're born
I'm gonna move to Kansas city, sure as you're born
I'm gonna move baby, honey where they don't allow you