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 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 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 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 thinkin' 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 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...
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Manhattan Kansas
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| Jody Miller |
