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Dust on my boots
Ticket in my hand
Walk through the gate
Leave the traffic and the plans
Wood-plank sidewalks
Creak under my stride
Feels like the years
Slip off to the side
Take me back to Cowtown days
Where the wagons roll and the prairie waves
From a frontier trail to a hammering blacksmith's sound
Every step a story in this old Cowtown
Every step a story in this old Cowtown
Women at the hearth
Flour on their sleeves
Cast-iron dinner
Smoke under the eaves
Kids play games
By a picket fence
Laughter in the air
Makes the present feel thin
Take me back to Cowtown days
Where the wagons roll and the prairie waves
From a frontier trail to a hammering blacksmith's sound
Every step a story in this old Cowtown
Every step a story in this old Cowtown
From cattle dust
To harvest gold
From hammer sparks
To stories told
Wichita rising
Out of open ground
You can feel it turning
As you walk this town
Take me back to Cowtown days
Where the wagons roll and the prairie waves
From a frontier trail to a hammering blacksmith's sound
Every step a story in this old Cowtown
Every step a story in this old Cowtown
Every step a story in this old Cowtown