| I sold the farm to take my woman where she longed to be
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| We left our kin and all our friends back there in Tennessee
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| I bought those oneway tickets she had often begged me for
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| And they took us to the streets of Baltimore
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| Her heart was filled with laughter when she saw those city lights
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| She said the prettiest place on earth is Baltimore at night
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| Oh well a man feels proud to give his woman what she’s longing for
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| And I kind of liked the streets of Baltimore
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| Well I got myself a factory job I ran an old machine
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| I bought a little cottage in a neighborhood serene
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| Yet every night when I came home with every muscle sore
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| She would drag me through the streets of Baltimore
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| Well I did my best to bring her back to what she used to be
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| But I soon learned she loved those bright lights much more than she loved me
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| Now I’m a going back on that same train that brought me here before
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| While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore
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| Yes my baby walks the streets of Baltimore |