Buck Owens - No milk and honey in baltimore

^GWe left the farm twas e^Carly one m^Gorn' Determined we'd be back no m^D7ore My w^Gife had an uncle that wo^Crked ever d^Gay In a nut and bolt factory ^D7up in Baltim^Gore

The day we arrived to s^Ctart our new l^Gife Our big dreams had started to s^D7oar I g^Got me a job a c^Carrying ^G Breathing the smog of o^D7ld Baltim^Gore

That d^Cirt it was black and the w^Gork hurt my back And I swore I could do it no m^D7ore Yes ^GI thought I'd die from the s^Cun in the s^Gky Things would get better h^D7ere in Baltim^Gore

The next thing I knew my w^Cife took the f^Glu And the doctor bills soon made us p^D7oor And ^Gto make ends meet I st^Carted to sw^Geep Those dirty old streets ^D7up in Baltim^Gore

The smell of the bay the bu^Cildings of g^Gray Was more than I bargained ^D7for If ^GI had my way I'd ^Cgo home t^Goday For there's no milk and honey h^D7ere in Baltim^Gore

For there's no milk and honey h^D7ere in Baltim^Gore