Kansas Songtext
von Jim Stanard

There′s no doubt about my guilt
The law in Kansas wants me killed
I borrow railroad bullion sacks
But I don't bring them back

Left Lawrence, Kansas, years ago
When blameless blood began to flow
Goin′ back's a risky bet
But that girl I can't forget

Wonder if I′ll die in Kansas
Buried in a grave without a stone
Good luck′s more than taking chances
When luck turns bad you better make your own

So I ride north on the Chisholm Trail
That woman is my Holy Grail
She vowed she'd always watch for me
By the river maple trees


Wonder if I′ll die in Kansas
Buried in a grave without a stone
Good luck's more than taking chances
When luck turns bad you better make your own

I′ve been waiting three nights and days
She still ain't come
Just as I′m leavin' I hear
Three shots from a gun

The raging river left no retreat
Jumped off the bluff, fell 50 feet
I figured that I'd rather drown
Than the gallows drop me down

At a quiet glade just down the river
Early that day a lady delivered
A saddled horse she tied to a tree
Her silent gift to me

Headlines say I was killed in Kansas
But they never found a body, not a bone
I had my plan, took my chances
When luck turned bad I had to make my own
When luck turned bad I had to make my own
When luck turned bad I had to make my own