Collect From Wichita By Ty England rmofle at satx.rr.com 4/27/2006 C C/B Am F G C Its raining cats and dogs at a diner outside of Wichita C C/B Am F G C Out of money, out of breath, I'm out here in the great Midwest C C/B Am F G C It ain't like you walked through that door, a thousand miles from Baltimore C C/B Am F G C If you did, you'd see a man, he's drowning in the promised land F G C All this time Ive just been driftin and I ain't got nothin left F G C I've been bent and I've been twisted to this state of common sense F G C C/B Am F My back is up against the wall hopin that you'll take this call G C Collect from Wichita I left Dunston Road in a cloud of dust, screamin black and furious Slivers in my hands and feet from pieces of our shattered dreams Chorus Chorus Fade