By Rachel See
If I was a city, I would be Kansas City.
Midwestern blood flows through these veins.
Lately I been dreamin’, dreamin’ of Kansas City,
dreamin’ of ol’ Missouri.
My hearts a’ longin’ for the heartland,
where I was born and died.
Now I’m reborn again,
just like a character of Mark Twain’s imagination.
If I was a city, I would be that river city.
I would be those low-lyin’ marshlands,
bird songs, brick storefronts, mapled city streets of autumn.
What words can’t say I would be,
’cause the people here say, “show me!”
We all are Kansas City royalty.