Kansas Flyer (1974 Live Version)

(I haven't really got this song written, but I'm going to try sing it anyway. You guys, try to follow me. [laughter] We tried it last night, ain't we? It was a little loose.)

I used to be a roving cowboy
Take it straight from me
I used to be a moving target
Hunting women never ever set their caps for me

Then I met a Kansas Flyer
Don't do it till you're ready
She can take (uh…) wildest fire
And make it still and steady

I was traveling up from Oklahoma
With my trailer and my mare
Heading for the rodeo in Tacoma
Gonna try my luck up there

I was riding free and easy
Flying high and wide
Partners with a loose
And breezy solitude my bride

Knew one day my luck would fail
Slipping up the Chisholm Trail
Blocking that October gale
Old Man Winter at my tail

I was doing pretty good
Coming up the draw
Saw you coming forward right just south
Of Wichita

I slowed down for no good reason
Must have been the change of season
I was only passing through
When I laid my eyes on you

Kansas, Kansas Flyer
Had to take a Kansas Flyer
On that Autumn day
Had to take a Kansas Flyer
Now I've lost my way

[Instrumental]

Winter's come n' Winter's gone
And I'm still hangin' around
If I'm still the way I was
I should be leaving town

Might as well own it up I guess
Now that Summer's finally here
Yes, I've found my happiness
I'll sing it loud and clear

Kansas, Kansas, Kansas Flyer
I had to take a Kansas Flyer
And now every day the wheat rose higher
Kansas Flyer's got me now
If I ever leave I don't know how

Now I'm just like any jerk
Now I'm singing while I work
Toiling down this endless field of rye
Took a Kansas Flyer
And now I guess
I'll be here
Till I die
And there ain't no good reason why

Kansas, Kansas Flyer

[laughter, unintelligible dialogue]