There's no hope in Cincinatti,
There's no town like Baton Rouge.
I can offer you Chicago,
Still there's nothing I can do.
So I'm holding fast to Houston,
While she screams Niagra Falls.
And I hope and pray you won't return at all.
And I hope and pray you won't return at all.
As the lights burn out in Mississippi,
As the tears roll down in old St. Paul.
I'll be writing you this letter, Kansas City,
Where I hope and pray you won't return at all.
And there's no left turns in Jersey,
I don't care for San Jose.
I'll probably go to Vegas in the fall.
Head west to San Diego,
While New York is standing tall.
And I hope and pray you won't return at all.
As the lights burn out in Mississippi,
As the tears roll down in old St. Paul.
I'll be writing you this letter, Kansas City,
Where I hope and pray you won't return at all.
As the sun comes up in Pasadena,
When the waves crash down on the Carolinas,
When I lose all hope in Colorado,
When the heat dies down down in Arizona.
And every song I sing, I'll sing for you,
I'll call at 3am just like I always do.
Every second, every minute, every hour of the day,
You're always on my mind.
As the lights burn out in Mississippi,
As the tears roll down in old St. Paul.
I'll be writing you this letter, Kansas City,
Where I hope and pray you won't return at all.