She went back to Wichita She went back to he Ma and Pa Reckon I saw her next to my truck Pumpin' gas with her car packed up And we talked as neighbours will There waitin' for the tank to fill Well talk about nothing or how it might snow And how far she had to go
Goin' back where the grass grows tall And the fields burn in the fall Well you could still hear the night bird call Back in Wichita
She came here in eighty-five She came here as a July bride But it never got easy, never got rich Now she ain't got much of what she came here with The good times they've all been spent She ain't broken but she's badly bent Now there's nothin' she wants here, nothin' that shines She's made up her mind
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She says For all my time well I ain't got much to show And you could tell that man of mine and anyone who wants to know . . .