He bought her a flower at the fair
1927, Kansas City
Said he liked the color of her hair
Walked her home and told her she was pretty
Then they spent a little while
Letting their hearts learn to smile
Doing things that lovers always do
He said "how many kids?"
She said "a few"
And it's 1927, Kansas City.
Folks are driving 'round in their Stuts Bearcats
With straw hats and parasols, the fashion of the day
Summer nights with ukuleles strumming
They were humming to the tune of Moonlight Bay
Bathtub gin and movie stars,
Two more payments and the baby's ours
It's the little things that make this life so sweet,
When the only worries were your two sore feet
From dancing in the street in Kansas City
(Kansas City, here I come!)
Nowadays, there's silver in her hair
The kids have come and gone like seasons turning
Forty years since they met at the fair
And he still brings her flowers in the morning
Knowing when the shadows fall,
Life's a circle after all
Reminding her their love can never end
And suddenly, she's just a girl again
And it's 1927, Kansas City
He brings her flowers every day
Love won't fade away