Lyrics

Kansas Rhapsody
©Roger Bain circa 1978

Hear the sighing in the heartland
It’s often mistaken for the wind
It seems to be coming from
Right where I stand
Could it be the state that I’m in
Some think California’s heavenly
Others say the mountains have such charm
But I hear a Kansas Rhapsody
Oh but it sounds so sweet to me

Feels like I’m living on an island
Even though I’m surrounded by land
The wheat and the stars and all the three-two bars
Sometimes it gets to be more than I can stand
That’s when the magic takes over
That’s when the music begins, gins, really begins
And I hear a Kansas Rhapsody
Oh but it sounds so sweet to me

Break

Floating down the Wakarusa River
Or springtime in the Flint Hills
From WaKeeney to Salina, nothing could be finer
The thought of those giving me the chills
Just like Ike and Carrie Nation
Wyatt Earp and Marshall Dillon, too, who who who who
And I hear a Kansas Rhapsody
Oh but it sounds so sweet to me