She went back to Wichita
She went back to her Ma and Pa
Reckon I saw her next to my truck
Pumping gas with the car packed up
We talked as neighbors will
There waiting for the tanks to fill
We talked about nothing, how it might snow
How far she had to go
Going back where the grass grows tall
And the fields burn in the fall
You can still hear the night birds call
Back in Wichita
She came in eighty five
She came here as a July bride
But it never got easy, never got rich
Ain't got much of what she came here with
Good times have all been spent
She ain't broken but she's badly bent
There's nothing she wants here, nothing that shines
She's made up her mind
Going back where the grass grows tall
And the fields burn in the fall
You can still hear the night birds call
Back in Wichita
She says, for all my time well I ain't got much to show
You can tell that man of mine and anyone who wants to know
Going back where the grass grows tall
And the fields burn in the fall
You can still hear the night birds call
Back in Wichita
Going back where the grass grows tall
And the fields burn in the fall
You can still hear the night birds call
Back in Wichita.
