He fell in love with a girl named Kansas
In the fall of 1863
A farm boy and an officer's daughter
In a time when young hearts shouldn't dream

He said, "Kansas, I'll love you forever"
So she married him under an August sun
But as they finished their vows, some soldiers came through town
Said, "We're looking for the willing and the young"

He left her standing in her white dress
As he bravely marched through the night
And as she fell to the ground
He left to the sound
Of hearing his sweet Kansas cry

He learned how to hunt 'round Topeka
But he learned how to kill at Spring Hill
The blood and the smoke sure crushed any hope
That he'd find his way through that hell

He left her standing in her white dress
As he bravely marched through the night
And as she fell to the ground
He left to the sound
Of hearing his sweet Kansas cry

He wrote, "Dear Kansas, I
Fear that tonight I might break your heart,
'Cos the fog's rolling in and we're running out of men
And we've been ordered to lead the charge"

He thought of her in her white dress
As he bravely marched toward the fight
And as he fell to the ground
He called her name out
And somewhere his sweet Kansas cried