| He fell in love with a girl named Kansas
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| In the fall of 1863
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| A farm boy and an officer’s daughter
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| In a time when young hearts shouldn’t dream
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| He said, «Kansas, I’ll love you forever»
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| So she married him under an August sun
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| But as they finished their vows
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| Some soldiers came through town
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| Said, «We're lookin' for the willing and the young»
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| He left her standin' in her white dress
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| As he bravely marched through the night
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| And as she fell to the ground
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| He left to the sound
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| Of hearing his sweet Kansas cry
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| He learned how to hunt 'round Topeka
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| But he learned how to kill at Spring Hill
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| The blood and the smoke sure crushed any hope
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| That he’d find his way through that hell
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| He left her standin' in her white dress
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| As he bravely marched through the night
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| And as she fell to the ground
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| He left to the sound
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| Of hearing his sweet Kansas cry
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| He wrote, «Dear Kansas, I
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| Fear that tonight I might break your heart
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| 'Cus the fog’s rollin' in, and we’re runnin' outta men
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| And we’ve been ordered to lead the charge»
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| He thought of her in her white dress
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| As he bravely marched toward the line
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| And as he fell to the ground
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| He called her name out
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| And somewhere his sweet Kansas cried |