BAK Blues

By Dave Redmon 1994, 1996

Oh, there are no hills in Kansas
There’s only waves and bumps.
Yeah, there are no hills in Kansas
There’s only waves and bumps.
When we get on our bikes
We sure don’t have to pump.

That mean old wind is blowin’
It just won’t cut no slack.
Yeah, that mean old wind is blowin’
It just won’t cut no slack.
If we don’t keep on pedalin’
It just might blow us back.

We’re bikin’ across Kansas
But that’s all right–
It’s all down hill.
Yeah, we’re biking’ across Kansas
But that’s all right–
It’s all down hill.
When we finally see Missouri
Then that will be a thrill.

We got the BAK blues
Another trip has come and gone.
We got the BAK blues
Another trip has come and gone.
Oh, all I wanna do is
Just keep ridin’ on.

(REPEAT LAST VERSE)

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