Kansas City - Melissa Etheridge

I’ve got my old man’s Delta '88

The windows cracked I’m on the interstate

Just a hundred miles to go on half a tank of gasoline

Lucky charms and Tic-Tacs and mom’s amphetamines

A hundred miles to go to Kansas City

February makes me kinda crazy

A hundred miles to go to Kansas City

Will you still be callin' me your baby

I met a man in a diner outside of Hays

He said marriage brought him there

It was divorce that made him stay

I drove straight through to Junction City

I thought I’d call you in Topeka

But I didn’t want the pity

A hundred miles to go to Kansas City

February makes me kinda crazy

A hundred miles to go to Kansas City

Will you still be callin' me your baby

Feels like I been thrown into the slammer

With the back end of a hammer

Drawn over my strings

Living became needing

My crying became bleeding

And now I am only dreaming

A hundred miles to go to Kansas City

February makes me kinda crazy

A hundred miles to go to Kansas City

Will you still be callin' me your baby

Oh will you still be callin' me