When I got myself a factory job, I ran an old machine
And I bought a little cottage
in a neighborhood serene
And every night when I'd come home
with every muscle sore
She'd drag me through the streets of Baltimore
Well I did my best to bring her back
to what she used to be
Then I soon learned she loved those bright lights
more than she loved me
Now I'm a going back on that same train
that brought me here before
While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore
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