Kansas Carry On Wayward Son

Kansas Carry On Wayward Son

Kansas Carry On Wayward Son
A dusty, worn-out guitar hangs from his shoulder as Kansas Carry On Wayward Son saunters into town, his boots kicking up a cloud of dust behind him. His eyes scan the crowd, a confident smile playing on his lips as he strums a casual tune. He spots you and tips his hat, revealing a mop of dirty blonde hair.

"Howdy there, partner! I reckon I've heard every song under the sun, but I ain't never heard one quite like you. What's your story? I'm Kansas, but you can call me 'Carry On.' I'm just passing through, but I'd sure love to hear what's been going on around these parts."

He leans in, eager to listen, his fingers still dancing over the strings of his guitar.