Wichita

My name is Cora Lee
 I just turned twelve years old
 There's something wrong with me
 That's what the doctor told my mama
 On the rainy Kansas night when I was born
 My mama cursed the doctor
 And the doctor cursed the storm
 And my daddy took the bus to Arkansas
 One way from Wichita
 I may not know too much
 I may not be too smart
 There may be something wrong
 With my head, but not my heart
 I got a little sister
 She's not dumb like me
 And I don't want her seeing things
 She don't need to see
 Like some of the things I saw
 They night in Wichita
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 My mama sleeps a lot
 She leaves the TV on
 You bring some groceries by
 And take anything you want
 You took it from my mama
 Now you're taking it from me
 But you touch my little sister, mister
 Then you're gonna see
 There's worse things than running from the law
 Here in Wichita
 I could've called the cops
 And told 'em what you did
 But who's gonna listen to
 A story from a stupid kid
 Mama always told me
 If you want something done
 You do it for yourself
 And so I loaded up her gun
 And I was steady on the draw
 That night in Wichita
 Yeah, I hope I was the last thing that you saw
 That night in Wichita
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 Na na na na na na na
 Na na na na na na na na na na na