Verse 1 Going down to Wichita, away from all the noise, Riding out with my hat cocked, Cutting up with the boys. Joyful souls, full of spirit, Work hard, play harder every minute. Going down to Wichita, Where the roads run long. Verse 2 Going down to Wichita where I’ll roam, Just looking for a place to call my home. Settle down, find my truth, Live this one life under starry roofs. bridge some nights the road gets heavy, And the past comes callin’ back. But to live this life, you pay your dues And make peace with what you’ve done. Chorus And the wind keeps whispering, go on, son, There’s a wide‑open world and a rising sun. Every mile I ride feels like starting new— Wichita calling me back to something true. Verse 2 Going down to Wichita where I’ll roam, Just looking for a place to call my home. Settle down, find my truth, Live this one life under starry roofs.
