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 . . .
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