| Manhattan Kansas ain’t no place to have a baby
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| When you got no man to give it his last name
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| And her folks back in Manhattan didn’t treat her like a lady
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| So she took her child and caught an evening train
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| She found a job in Denver washing dishes in a diner
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| At least it buys her baby milk to drink
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| He once told her she was pretty
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| But the only ring it got her
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| Is the ring of grease that runs around the sink
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| Yes, she laid beside him gentle
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| 'Cause he told her that he loved her
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| And he made her dance before the music played
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| But at least she’s not a beggar
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| She rather wash her dishes
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| It makes her feel as if her hands’re clean
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| At night she stands there thinking
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| 'Bout the men back home in Kansas
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| And how men happen made up feel ashamed
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| She stares down through the soap suds
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| Reaches down and pulls the drain plug
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| And watches as Manhattan drains away
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| Yes, she laid beside him gentle…
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| Manhattan Kansas ain’t no place… |