I was first on Main Street, started down Beale;
I'se lookin' for the woman they call Lucille.
She done moved to Kansas City; she done moved to Kansas City;
She done moved, baby, honey where they don't 'low you.
The Mississippi river, so long, deep, and wide;
I can see my good gal standin' on the other side.
She done moved to Kansas City; she done moved to Kansas City;
She done moved, baby, honey where they don't 'low you.
I left off o' Beale Street, started down Vance;
I'm lookin' for the woman they call Lizzie Mance.
She done moved to Kansas City; she done moved to Kansas City;
She done moved, baby, honey where they don't 'low you;
If you don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree;
I ain't after your woman, man, she's after me.
We gonna move to Kansas City; we gonna move to Kansas City;
We gonna move, baby, honey where they don't 'low you.
I've got one girl in Texas, and two in Tennessee,
But the women here in this town, Lord, takes on over me.
We gonna move to Kansas City; we gonna move to Kansas City;
We gonna move, baby, honey where they don't 'low you.
I'm gonna tell all o' you men what we mustn't do:
Don't never love one woman like she says she loves you.
She'll call you honey, and she'll call you pie;
She'll let things get a-loose, lord, on the sly.
Then she'll move to Kansas City; then she'll move to Kansas City;
Then she'll move, baby, honey where they don't 'low you.