| There must be something in the water
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| She can’t get enough
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| Like a desert fire in Arizona
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| She’s burning up
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| Like a summer rain that keeps on falling
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| He never stops
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| Those Kansas plains keep on calling
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| With every drop
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| The lightning strikes, the thunder rocks
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| She throws her bag in the back and steps on the gas
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| Heads down forty and never looks back on her past
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| Gotta get out fast
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| He must be all that she’s ever seen
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| The grass ain’t that green on the other side of Arkansas
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| Tell me what she saw in Wichita
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| She’s never been as far as Memphis
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| Least with not with me
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| I wish she’d come back to her senses
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| Here in Tennessee
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| Where she ought to be
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| Tell me how could she
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| Throw her bag in the back and step on the gas
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| Head down forty and never look back on her past
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| Hope it doesn’t last
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| He better be all that she’s ever seen
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| The grass ain’t that green on the other side of Arkansas
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| Cuz I’ve been there
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| So tell me what she saw in Wichita
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| You can bet it all Wichita, I’m coming for you
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| Gonna win her back, gonna love her home if it’s the last thing I do
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| Throw her bag in the back and step on the gas
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| Head down forty and never look back on her past
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| Cause she’s worth all best
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| You know I won’t give up till I make her see
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| The grass ain’t that green on the other side of Arkansas
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| I wonder was it worth it all
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| For what she saw in Wichita
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| In Wichita
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| In Wichita
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| Wichita |