I woke up this morning, feeling bad Thought about the good times I once had I'm gonna move to Kansas City I'm gonna move to Kansas City I'm gonna move, baby, honey where they don't like you My mother told me, daddy told me too If by the cramps in your feet son, ain't no friend to you You oughta move to Kansas City You oughta move to Kansas City You oughta move to Kansas City, baby, honey where they don't 'llow you I got me a bulldog, shephered and two greyhounds Two high yellows, three blacks and one brown We gonna move to Kansas City We gonna move to Kansas City We gonna move to Kansas City, baby, honey where they don't 'llow you It takes a rocking chair to rock, a rubber ball to roll Nice looking teasin' brown to satisfy my soul Then I'll move to Kansas City Then I'll move to Kansas City I'm gonna move to Kansas City, baby, honey where they don't 'llow you T is for Texas, T is for Tennessee Boll weavil gotten Mississippi, and the women wants me I'm gonna move to Kansas City I'm gonna move to Kansas City I'm gonna move, baby, honey where they hey don't 'llow you You can always tell when you good girl want to flirt Want to where red slippers to match that old matching skirt Then she'll move to Kansas City Then she'll move to Kansas City Then she'll move baby, honey where they hey don't 'llow you