Kansas Cried - Dean Brody

He fell in love with a girl named Kansas

In the fall of 1863

A farm boy and an officer’s daughter

In a time when young hearts shouldn’t dream

He said, «Kansas, I’ll love you forever»

So she married him under an August sun

But as they finished their vows

Some soldiers came through town

Said, «We're lookin' for the willing and the young»

He left her standin' in her white dress

As he bravely marched through the night

And as she fell to the ground

He left to the sound

Of hearing his sweet Kansas cry

He learned how to hunt 'round Topeka

But he learned how to kill at Spring Hill

The blood and the smoke sure crushed any hope

That he’d find his way through that hell

He left her standin' in her white dress

As he bravely marched through the night

And as she fell to the ground

He left to the sound

Of hearing his sweet Kansas cry

He wrote, «Dear Kansas, I

Fear that tonight I might break your heart

'Cus the fog’s rollin' in, and we’re runnin' outta men

And we’ve been ordered to lead the charge»

He thought of her in her white dress

As he bravely marched toward the line

And as he fell to the ground

He called her name out

And somewhere his sweet Kansas cried