| He bought her a flower at the fair
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| 1927 Kansas City
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| Said he liked the color of her hair
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| Then he walked her home and told her she was pretty
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| Then they spent a little while
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| Letting their hearts learn to smile
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| Doing things that lovers always do
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| He said «How many kids?» |
| She said «A few»
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| And it’s 1927 Kansas CIty
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| Folks were drivin' round in their stutz bearcats
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| With straw hats, parasols, the fashion of the day
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| Summer nights with ukulele strumming
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| They were humming to the tune of moonlight bay
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| Batchtub gin and movie stars
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| Two more payments and the baby’s ours
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| It’s the little things that make this live so sweet
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| When your only worries were your two sore feet
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| From dancin' in the street in Kansas City
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| So fine the little ol' couple in love
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| Space in time the little ol' couple in love
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| Nowadays there’s silver in her hair
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| The kids have come and gone like seasons turning
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| Forty years since they met at the fair
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| But he still brings her flowers in the morning
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| Knowing when the shadows fall
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| Life’s a circle after all
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| Reminding her their love can never end
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| Suddenly she’s just a girl again
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| And it’s 1927 Kansas City |