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 and she’s not dumb like me
And I don’t want her seeing things that she don’t need to see
Like some of the things I saw that night in Wichita

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 takin’ 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