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