August Nights (Kansas City)

by Brent Berry

As I recall and August night
The street were filled with people high and laughin'
Westport was really happenin'.
His music sang with such a spark
That guitar man even broke my heart
Hey mister - here's a dollar for you.

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My sweet, sweet Kansas City
After a rain you sure look pretty
Can you here that music man sing?
La la la la da da da da

Those summer nights and city lights
And gitten' by and gittin' high
Hey lady - I couldn't tell you no lie.
A sweeter thing I couldn't dream
With music sweet and songs to sing
To everybody - I always sing for my baby.

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Those monring atrips and stolen lips
I'll always miss the sweetest kiss
Of that lady - I always sing for that baby.
I'll leave her one, I'll leave her twice
But while I'm gone she's on my mind day and night
Hey Kansas City, I'm comin' home.

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