Lyrics
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 wailin',
It's in the papers at your feet
Six months in Kansas City,
Down on Liberty Street
It was sad to see it, that little lady goin' in
Arrested for arson once they asked 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,
Don't matter what you got underneath your seat
Six months in Kansas City,
Down on Liberty Street
Six months in Kansas City,
Down on Liberty Street
But possessed no magic skill
Descending from machinery,
He left nothing in his will,
The crops are failing, the women wailin',
It's in the papers at your feet
Six months in Kansas City,
Down on Liberty Street
It was sad to see it, that little lady goin' in
Arrested for arson once they asked 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,
Don't matter what you got underneath your seat
Six months in Kansas City,
Down on Liberty Street
Six months in Kansas City,
Down on Liberty Street
