Dreamed I was
A lonesome cowboy
Riding herd
On a wide prairie
Miss my girl
Miss the city
Miss my home
In Baltimore
And when I look
At the wide horizon
I know this ride
Will be my last
Won’t see my girl
Won’t see the city
Won’t see my home
In Baltimore
But when I look
At the blue horizon
I see a city
Of steel and glass
In the glass
Of that distant city
I see a face
That smiles at me
In the glass
Of that distant city
I see a face
That smiles at me
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